I love you egg man!

If you've ever seen the very, very warped 1972 John Waters' film, "Pink Flamingos" you immediately recognized the reference made in the title of today's blog. Edie loves the egg man! (If you've never seen the film, and you have even the slightest weak stomach, you're going to want to pass...)

Well Edie is going to love us! We've become egg men! A couple of weeks ago we decided to join the growing number of people with backyard chickens.

Our three chicks won't start laying eggs until the end of the year - so don't send your orders in just yet.

Oh, and as a reflection of the weirdness that is our household, when hearing the chicks needed female names Niko offered "Yia yia Peeps", Gus added "Eleni" and I said, "Good lord, boys, we're Americans!" And thus the third became "Mabel."

Bawk, bawk, bawk!


Here are the girls when they first moved in. Now they're in that awkward adolescent stage - all legs and just growing feathers.