Day three, and it's already starting to seem downright normal to have chickens living in a box in the bathroom.
They're pretty quiet. They walk around the box, pecking at the pine shavings, at each other's backs or beaks and occasionally scratching. They are especially cute when they drink water, because they have to tip their little heads up so the water goes down their throats.
A block away, there are some neighbors -- people I don't know -- with chickens. I was walking home from the bus this afternoon and their chickens were walking around the front yard, unpenned, nobody in sight, just scratching away at the dirt. I was impressed with how LARGE they were. They're not small, chickens.
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