break time

Hold my paintbrush: my chickens are judging my coop art

So there I am, paintbrush in hand, trying to add a little flair to the coop, and my chickens are staring at me like I'm the one who belongs in a cage. Honestly, the judgment is real. I'm convinced they're critiquing my brushstrokes between pecks at the grass. It's a classic case of fowl play, and I'm not sure if I'm the artist or the entertainment. But hey, at least the coop will be egg-citing to look at when I'm done. If you've ever questioned whether your flock has opinions on your décor, you're not alone. It reminds me of that time someone wondered if Ms Popcorn's pink comb meant she was actually a he, because chickens love keeping us guessing.