Cloaca Riot

First, a long-overdue ovation to your band name suggestions! Brilliant. Hilarious. I will be using them all when referring to the chickies from now on. Thank you for the laughs – I’m in awe of your brains.

The Bawking Heads are still living in a 3′ x 5′ crate in my bathroom, but they are on the verge of outgrowing that, too. When the weather is beautiful, I’ve been moving them outside – first, for just a few hours, and, most recently, all day. I built covers for some of my raised beds last year, and have taken one out of the garden to use as a temporary OeufSpring habitat. This way, they can safely get accustomed to the outside world with plenty of room to stretch their wings. They love it.

Chloe loves it, too. She is obsessed with chickens. She doesn’t chase our free-roaming hens and has never tried to nab one; her actions are best described as “following chickens closely.” When the Fustercluck is outside, she will stand beside their enclosure, her nose inches away from the chicken wire, for HOURS.

It’s almost time for Cheep Trick to permanently move outside. I’m going to miss their songs coming from my bathroom.