Chickens...

Yes, those are chickens.
And yes, they are in my dining room. In a cage, with old (very terribly bad) manuscript pages to use as a bathroom. The chickens were our overnight guests last night - on layover between homes. They accompanied B from work, and had a sleepover in our bathroom.
They were noisy, smelly, and caused chaos with the dog and cat.
And they were really cool. (until he started crowing at 4:45 am)
The kids had a blast watching them, feeding them, and keeping the cat away. The cat was very interested, which is why we had to put them in the bathroom with the door closed last night. (and let me tell you, going to pee at 2am and forgetting there are chickens in the bathroom is quite a shock. Plus I'm not sure I appreciated them seeing me with my pants down.) And did I mention the crowing? At 4:45am? And then all through the morning?
They're gone now. With some other chicken friends. And B and the kids are sad. They were cool, and I'm glad we were able to put them up overnight, but it just doesn't make good sense to have chickens in the house. (especially with the stink and the crowing thing), though if we lived somewhere we could, I'd definitely have some chickens of my own.
Someone told me chickens like to eat stink bugs. Of course, there were no stink bugs sightings while "Fred and Wilma" were in residence. (they were unnamed chickens and K4 thought they really should have names). I wanted to check it out, but the opportunity is gone. *Sigh*
And there you go...I really should save some of this stuff for Tall Tale Tuesday...
Behave!