I brought my odd chicken home, and he’s damn cute, and I can’t find the camera.

Life can be so cruel!

He’s in a big tote in the garage at night and while I’m at work, I let him hang out with the big chickens in the afternoon as long as I’m around – he can fit through the bars, and I dread the cats finding him before I do.

Oh – it turns out, chickens are kind of stupid. Who knew? I brought them home a flock block (think 25lb chicken cookie) and I still don’t think they realize what it is. They are eating the crumbles off the ground, but not working at the block at all. And they said dodo’s were extinct…