Though it pained me to do it, I cleaned out Trish’s coop last weekend. (Sad.) Shelly and Jeanne had grown fast, and it was almost time for them to take over the coop.
I knew the time had come last night when I heard a commotion. My feathered friends had found their wings and were pretty darn excited about it. I wish I had a recording of their chirps.
This morning, they moved into the coop.
They seem pretty happy about it. It is a much bigger place, with no nosy, noisy neighbors. Shelly likes the yard, while Jeanne plans to become involved with the neighborhood association. She heard about the crime in the area, and wants to make sure she does all she can to keep the place safe.
Observe and report 
Yay! They’re so pretty! The fact that you continue to name chickens with people names cracks me up. I don’t know what I expect instead, though. Rhetorical devices?
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Well, I named the last ones after live people and they died. This time I named them after dead people (my mom and Trish’s mom) in the hope that they will live.
It would have been funny if I had named them Litotes and Anaphora, though.
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Your coop runneth over. Well, somebody had to say it!
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They are so cute!
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