Chickens

Chickens.  There is just something about Elliott and those chickens.

This morning I had just finished with my quiet time, when I heard Elliott get out of bed, open the door, and run into the living room saying, "LET'S GO LOOK FOR THE CHICKENS!!" And this is how the conversation went,

Me: What are you doing?
Ellie: I saw chickens in our house.
Me: oh, did you dream about chickens?
Ellie: yes, but it wasn't a bad dream.
Me: oh, so it was a good dream.
Ellie: no, it WAS a bad dream, because there were chickens in the house.  LOTS of chickens in the house.  They were going up and down trying to get into the closet, and Toby's room, and mommy and daddy's room.  That's not good.  God doesn't like that.  I was chasing them, but they didn't bite me.  They were running fast, but I was running fast too.  I was telling them to go back into their home.  And they did.  

And speaking of their house.  This is the new coop Nate built, and I painted.  The chickens were mainly free range in our backyard, but they started venturing out to the front yard, and then flying up to the roof of our neighbors garage, so it was time to keep them pinned up.  We were in a rush to finish this coop, which happened to be during our July heat wave.  We melted.  But, didn't Nate do an awesome job?!! The girls think we have a barn in our backyard now.