Sick as a dog as I write this, though I wouldn't wish this on any dog or any other living thing. It's pertussis. You all are really about my favorite people, even the gun-totin', Palin-supportin', oil-drillin', anti-sex-ed, anti-evolution crowd out there, with whom I probably have nothing in common EXCEPT chickens. But I feel like you are all my family. Anyway, we've kind of quarantined ourselves, here at my house, as it takes quite a while to get the lab results back and see if this is really what we have. So I'm home all day at the computer and of course you know what I am doing with my time other than coughing all over the keyboard and wiping it down again and again. Between spastic coughing fits, I keep coming back to BYC and I just love all of you, I really do. Ack. Enough blubbering, chickiebaby. . . . gonna go take another shower and see if that helps for while. Thanks for all the kind wishes.