rodriguez...do you have the chickens...or the honey??? So I've given up on talking to chickens. I've decided that since I can't seem to convince children (which are supposed to be intelligent beings) to do the right thing, why in the world would I expect chickens to know their boundries???? I'm sitting in my living room watching my chickens and duck graze on the front lawn...5 ft from a state road...a heavily traveled state road. Guess we will soon find out why the chicken crossed the road!:/ Also on the subject of animal intelligence....last night came home from my cake tasting (BTW, if anyone is ever in Carlisle, you MUST stop at Carlisle Bakery, their brownies are AMAZING (not my first choice of words..but children's eyes and all) so anyway...cake tasting come home...cheep! cheep! cheep! cheep! I assume that the ducklings are out of water...again! So down to the basement I go. Sitting on the floor is my female cat. Running merrily about cheeping her fool head off is the Salmon Favorelle chick from beaglady! She'd hopped out of her brooder box, and she and the sebright chick were cheeping away in search of each other! Put her back in the box, they cuddled right up and were happy as 2 peas in a pod. And yes, sadly there is only 1 sebright chick...I think the other one got squished to death .