Miss Polly and her little ladies made their debut out in the run this week.
At first Old Jack was fine with it. In fact I swear he perked up and said "Hubba, hubba!" under his breath. That is until he spotted the babies.
Jack didn't like the babies at all.
He said "This ain't no stinkin' day care, this is the Playboy coop! Get those babies out of here."
I reminded him I didn't have much room left for chickens. The babies had to go somewhere. Then I fanned myself with a copy of my Betty Crocker cookbook. (I might have just happened to have it open to the fried chicken recipe.) And the next thing you know...
Me: "Where you going Jack?"
Jack: "I'm going to build a jungle gym."