We dig chicks.

The boys in matching shirts:

Cooper liked his so much he wore it again the next day.  He when I told him to put on his socks that morning, he put on a pair of Daddy's socks:

Nice look:

And speaking of chicks, here's our brood out and about in the breezeway.  It might look like Cooper is kindly feeding them a cracker, but instead he's stealing one of their crackers and eating it off the floor:

Luckily he doesn't do that with their actual chick food:

And finally, we got their outdoor home ready, which is good because they were starting to stick up the breezeway.  Here it is, in all its glory:

Believe me when I tell you that the only thing that would make it even more ghetto and cobbled together is a strip of duct tape somewhere.  Otherwise, it's chicken wire, cheap plastic netting, fence posts, and wooden stakes.

And here's the inside of the Coop Sweet Coop:

A nesting box (for when they start laying eggs in six months or so) in the lower left corner, hanging food, water up on blocks (hopefully to keep the pine chips and poop out of it), and a perch that Alan made from some logs.  Charmingly rustic, no?