Chicken Chatter

The Husband’s Happy Hens have taken over the yard. They have completely trashed the lawn and are happily uprooting all of the plants. And let’s not talk about the poop. Which I have to clean off the walkways EVERY DAY! And The Husband said chickens were easy. Of course they are, if you have them in their coop and a nice little chicken run from Day 1. And this is now The Husband’s New Plan. But, really, you can’t give four hens the run of the yard for a a year, let them trash it, and then out of frustration decide to enclose their run so the yard can recuperate. The hens are not going to be happy. On the occasions when they faced a closed run door, two of them flew out, and one cut her legs trying to get through the wire fence. I don’t think they are going to take well to being stuck in their run. Even if The Husband turns it into a luxury run, he’s not going to have Happy Hens. He’s going to have to clip the wings of Snooki and Raven, Easter is going to need some sort of chicken anti-depressant if she’ll ever lay another egg and Chica will probably turn into psycho chicken. So, I give it a week, tops, before he gives up and gives them the run of the yard again. We’re probably facing a drought anyway, so who cares if the lawn is trashed? My money is on the hens.