Our farm.

The fact remains: We're getting a dog, so why not add some chickens to the mixture?!

Might as well.

*Sigh*

As we continue to ponder over which name we should give our new puppy, naming the new chicks has been much less stressful. 

Meet the newest additions to our farm - Flora, Della, Spot (or Sirius Black, whichever you prefer), Martha, and two as-of-yet unnamed chicks which belong to my "much-too-busy-to-name-a-chicken" daughters, Brooke and Raegan.  So for now we'll just call their chicks Thing 1 and Thing 2.

Six fuzzy little chirp-balls.

Who live in my kitchen.

In a cardboard box.

Who have learned to escape from the cardboard box and run like.....chickens around my kitchen.

While squeaking and pooping on the floor.

They're getting me ready for the puppy, aren't they?

Except the puppy poop will be bigger and MUCH more difficult to clean up.

Thanks chicks, at least your trying to prepare me.

Raegan's Thing 1

Martha

 The kids set up a Lego maze for the chicks to run through.  Poor things.  

They were completely lost AND they almost became the cat's lunch.  (See below)

Adam, being the thoughtful decorator he is, made a little drawing for the inside of the chicks' home.  Notice how lovingly Thing 1 is gazing at the artwork. 

 

Spot, named by Adam.  The rest of the kids know this little chickie as Sirius Black.

 

These chicks certainly live up to their name!  They are so CHICKEN!  One little sound or bump to their home and they all scurry into the corner and pile in a fluffy heap of poultry.

John made some little windows in their home.  They love to stick their heads out and see the
  action of the kitchen, hoping they don't end up on that dinner table someday as Enchiladas con Pollo.

And while we're on the subject of animals, I might as well include a picture of Matthew's "snow dog."  

Sadly, snow dog is dead now.