What would Easter be without the lovely chicken? Eggless. So here is an update on our fine foul feathered family members. Caroline can now officially be called a chicken whisperer as some of the following pictures will attest...
Caroline wrangling the chickens. They are still in the basement but have grown into a 100 gallon tub.
Caroline has taught her Dominique, named Rosetta, to play "Queen of the Mountain". The darn chicken will sit on her head for quite some time.
Arrgghh...it's the Chicken Pirate. I'm amazed at all the things Caroline can do to this darn chicken and Rosetta just seems to enjoy the attention.
The chickens are now part of our bedtime routine. Here is Caroline giving her Rosetta her good night hug and kiss.
With all this attention the birds are getting, I just have to wonder how they or should I say Caroline and me, will adjust to being out in the chicken coop when the weather gets warm enough :-)
