hungry

we are thinking that, although it is very convenient in some ways, next winter we might not have the chicken coop right outside our side door. if i even so much as step into the laundry room, there is a flock of hungry faces peering in at me, banging at the door, and then i feel compelled to make them oatmeal with apples in it. and when we go out, they try to sneak in. i won’t even go into the poop, which is very welcome in my garden, but not so much all over the steps…