hot day

My boyfriend's new favorite hobby: spying on our chickens while I'm at work

So there I am, slaving away at work, and my boyfriend is apparently running a full-scale surveillance operation on our chickens. I come home to find he's been spying on them all day, like, really getting into it. Honestly, I get it. There's something oddly mesmerizing about watching those feathered maniacs go about their chaotic little lives. They're plotting something, I swear. This reminds me of our piece on "My feathered friends stage a fowl food heist every single day", because these birds are always up to no good. At least someone's keeping an eye on the suspects. I'm just glad his new hobby isn't more expensive.