My husband started building a chicken coop. I politely asked him to do a number of more important home improvement projects first (there are so many). I guess priorities differ between spouses, or the coop was more fun than my list because the coop won. And, although it is still unfinished there is a box of little chicks in my house. I feigned a little bit of annoyance since my list was ignored and the coop is undone. But, these chicks are cute. And, my kids are having a blast (and being nice to each other to boot). I can't complain.
We had a fun day yesterday taking pictures of the birds and naming them. Leah was adamant that her chick be named Criscilla. I thought that she meant Priscilla but when I asked her she said NO, CRIScilla.
Will wanted his to be lemon muffin. We tried to talk him out of it until I said that we could just call it le muff (while trying to sound french) and he liked the idea of his chicken being french even more than the name lemon muffin so there you go. Criscilla and Le Muff.
Mine is Greta because she is the most blonde. Which of course makes her swedish. And, if Greta is not a swedish name then oh-well.
Elizabeth's chick Tweety
Other favorite names: Lord Peckington (since I refused the name pecker), Kaiera (a black chicken), and Chicken Jane (look, look, see, see coming down the lane).
Anyways, the kids love them for now and we are all excited to have good eggs soon.
