Well, the "chicks"... Wait. Who are we kidding? They're chickens. Miniature 6 week old chickens. Poultry. With feathers. And lots of poop. The feathered pooping poultry have taken over the workshop. They've covered the scroll saw in their precious droppings. They greet me in the morning by hollerin' and then flapping straight at me. Oh, they're love flaps to be sure, but still. The time has come. This weekend, hubby will be turning this gorgeous pile of construction debris from our old crusty kitchen (don't get me started...) into a Zero Dollar castle for our clucky friends. It'll still get covered in their precious droppings, but at least it won't be next door to my bedroom! Wish us luck!