On a rainy morning before the sun cam up, not too long after we brought the girls home, I was thinking of what I would do with eight chickens inside the house in a box.  Plain and simple, I was feeling sorry for them especially when I peeked in the box and saw this…

In my early morning, pre-coffee haze, I thought of the bath tub …

Believing the best, I want to think of her as a chick sitter; but, because she has had a chick’s head in her mouth I am still unclear on Catie’s true motives…

Stay tuned for more of The Chicken Chronicles.