Ahhh....I'm beginning to understand "Chicken Math". Upon hearing that King was indeed a King and not a Queen...my boyfriend's eyes sort of glossed over and he started talking about babies...bigger coop...huge run...babbling really...(thought I heard the word "turkey" in there somewhere too but I wasn't going to ask for clarification just in case he didn't...and my mere asking would give him the idea!) I just tiptoed away from the babbling human as I began my own babbling..."let me finish my little coop first, jeesh, they haven't even pooped enough in their own place let alone plopped out any eggs...I don't even know how old they are...."
It's only been 4 days...and the chickens are controlling our lives...