You wanna know something that just flaps my waddles? It's spring again and I still don't have a place for the chickens to roost. No more walking on eggshells for me. If my men don't shake a tail feather, eggs 'round here will be scarce as hen's teeth! Apparently it's time for me to put up a squawk. I've spent two years brooding over the thing like a Banty on a June bug, now it's time to raise my hackle feathers.
The rooster may rule the roost, but the hen rules the rooster!
Yust yolkin' sweetie...I'm sure you've hatched a plan for a coop. And I'm looking forward to seeing you strut your stuff!