The summer of 2008 will go down in our families history as the year of the chicken. They pretty much have taken over - from the 6:00 AM wake up call to the 9:00 PM let me just check on the chickies one more time (they might be thirsty). They are definitely spoiled. Husband has pretty much spent his summer building the Taj Mahal of all chicken coops. He was the one who said he was not going to have anything to do with the chickens. Dangle some power tools in front of that man and I've got him!