mother hen

do you folks remember those two red chicks? well, i think its official. after a week, i am considered to be their mother hen.

ugh.

i get to feed them, take them for strolls in the yard, clean up their basket (we don't have a cage or kennel or whatever you call those things), i tuck them in their basket during the night. and how about the little boy who bought them as pets? he's currently taking a nap.

sigh.

lola and i were talking about what we're going to do when the chicks grow up to be chickens. robin was listening intently. there was a suggestion to sell them to either jollibee or kfc (kentucky fried chicken). robin got really mad. but we all got to laugh at the joke.

i wonder how much they buy chickens at kfc...

peace