- Jul 10, 2009
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My dad likes to fancy himself as a man of the sea. I don't know WHY exactly, but I think if he had the choice he would DEFINITELY take on the crusty-old-pirate look. Yellow slicker, a pipe and eye patch, big boots with barnacles encrusted on them, maybe a hook for a hand. You get the idea I'm sure. Anyways, he equipped our bathroom with a "lovely" door inspired by ships, with a porthole and everything. WHY you would want a window looking into your bathroom, I will never know. But he did it, as well as gluing various sea shells and whatnot to the walls.
ANYWAYS, to describe another section of our home, we have a place for our young chicks in the basement to keep them warm till they grow large enough to join the rest of the gang outside in the coop. This spring we bought a batch of particularly... shall we say, adventurous chickens. I dunno how it came about, but they were (and still are, to my great distress) extreme escape artists.
SEVERAL times this year I have been taking a bath in our sea-themed-bathroom and have looked up through the porthole and seen chickens gazing back at me intently. It's quite unnerving to see their black, cold eyes looking in at you while you bathe. I assure you. Apparenly the little hooks on the outside of the door beneath that window are good for perching upon? Cuz the chicks always seem drawn to it whenever they make a break for it.
I've still yet to lose any of these escape artist peeps, but somehow I often feel I might prefer if they ran away than if they kept coming and watching me while in the bathroom. I guess that's what you get for finding chickens that prefer to roost rather than nest, eh?
ANYWAYS, to describe another section of our home, we have a place for our young chicks in the basement to keep them warm till they grow large enough to join the rest of the gang outside in the coop. This spring we bought a batch of particularly... shall we say, adventurous chickens. I dunno how it came about, but they were (and still are, to my great distress) extreme escape artists.
SEVERAL times this year I have been taking a bath in our sea-themed-bathroom and have looked up through the porthole and seen chickens gazing back at me intently. It's quite unnerving to see their black, cold eyes looking in at you while you bathe. I assure you. Apparenly the little hooks on the outside of the door beneath that window are good for perching upon? Cuz the chicks always seem drawn to it whenever they make a break for it.
I've still yet to lose any of these escape artist peeps, but somehow I often feel I might prefer if they ran away than if they kept coming and watching me while in the bathroom. I guess that's what you get for finding chickens that prefer to roost rather than nest, eh?
