This week one of the cousins came by our house with his tent wanting to set it up in the woods. One of our boys immediately grabbed his tent and they set off into the forest. Soon both tents were set up and all three boys had grabbed their pet chickens out of the coop and hiked them up to the campsite along with the cousins’ 8 week old puppy and a bunch of stuffed animals. Fun times!
The three boys each had a large basket of laundry that needed folding. I was really impressed with how they buckled down and got their work done. Their secret, a laundry folding song. To the tune of “soft kitty” (and no, I do not let them watch the show…but have been known to sing them the song) they cheerfully sang out while they folded: “Soft chicken, warm chicken, little ball of buff. Happy chicken, sleepy chicken, puff puff puff.” Sweet Boy#2 has a buff orpinton hen and for you non-chicken folk, buff is the color.
So, I was talking with The Hunky Hubby in the living room and heard some suspicious giggling. What was so funny? I snuck into the boys room and beheld quite a sight. Someone had crept through the house with a chicken hidden upon his person, twice, and deposited said hens upon his brother’s bunk bed. He even hid one of them underneath a blanky so that I wouldn’t notice. But any blanky that wanders around and makes soft clucking noises is going to draw my interest and so both hens were banned from the house and the boy responsible had to change his brothers sheets as chicken feet tend to be highly unsanitary. Nonetheless, it was the highlight of their day, if not of ours. Those boys sure do love their chickens!