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| Here are the chicks in their temporary recycling box home. I move them outside at the end of the day spent in a hot, smelly garage. Fresh Air! They had a hard day of eating, sleeping, peeping and pooping. I had to do those four thing on top of more difficult tasks like lifting weights at the gym, mowing the lawn paying bills and general adulting. It's exhausting. I had to put a window screen on top of the box because the chicks have grown and are pretty good at jumping. I'm afraid they'll jump out of the box. |
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| I had to do more work than the chickens. That is why I get to enjoy a small cup of Cabernet savagnion and they don't. Yes, it is in a Peanuts jelly jar. Don't judge. It's dishwasher safe. |
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| I invented this chickmobile. You might have thought a chickmobile was a 65 Red Ford Mustang, a 69 Dodge Charger, an El Camino or a 1974 Oldsmobile Toranado (which says more about the guys I dated than maybe I want to let on) but no, a chickmobile is a recycling box atop an antique Radio Flyer. From now on it is smooth sailing for these 9 chicks and less bending and lifting for this old chicken farmer's arthritic joints. |
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