I feel like I have an entourage every time I walk down our driveway. Sometimes I take left-over pancakes, toast crusts, apple cores, or other kitchen scraps down to the chickens and turkeys, and so whenever I get close to the fence, they all come running to see me. Since I walk down the driveway a couple of times almost every day, the birds are always running to see me. Have you seen a chicken run? It's awkward and funny looking. But then, it probably looks the same when I run, so I suppose I can't laugh at them too much.
I can't get the egg carton closed around that giant egg. It's crazy. I am surprised we didn't find a chicken turned inside out from pushing out that thing. Seriously.
Ryan has a theory. Maybe there's an ostrich that sneaked into the chicken coop last night and left us an egg for a laugh.