This morning I was out with the chickens when I spotted the Upstairs Neighbor making her way down the driveway. I picked up the closest chicken, who happened to be the one with feathers sprouting out of her head like a Boston fern, and gave her some air kisses from a safe distance. She's cute but not necessarily kissable, being a chicken and all. And then I sang her a little song.
We try to keep things interesting for the Upstairs Neighbors.
Sugarplum has a game called Pretty Pretty Princess. When you land on the right square, you get to take a piece of jewelry and wear it. I like keeping it handy so Chris and I can look like we are in the middle of playing it, by ourselves, when people stop by unannounced. It's harder to do this now that we're living on the first floor. Living upstairs gave us a little more advance notice and prep time.
I think the obvious next step is to play Pretty Pretty Princess with the chickens. They will eat the earrings, but I bet I could get some bracelets around their necks quite easily. Maybe I'll make them some little outfits.
With so many perfectly normal and upstanding people raising backyard chickens these days, it's hard to maintain one's status of The Crazy Lady Down the Street. My brother-in-law even went so far as to say that we are cool now.
He just sent me this article in the Washington Post by Adrian Higgins. Someone in the article referred to watching Chicken TV - which was nice because I thought we were the only ones who did that. I also thought we were the only ones who called it that. Apparently there are other people in this world who need to get out more.
Not only do we have chicken tv, but if you are an Upstairs Neighbor, you also have Trout tv. Like I said, we try to keep things as interesting as possible. Sometimes I consider going out to feed the chickens in something other than my pajamas, but then I think about what a huge disappointment that would be to the neighbors. People need their dose of flannel sock monkey in the morning.
Think of the money we save on cable.