There Are Chickens In the Trees

"Ahem. Excuse me. Can Brynny come out and play?"

Wednesday morning Nate was up early working. All was peaceful until he heard some crazy loud chicken noises coming from outside. He and Bryn went to investigate. After some serious searching, they discovered this.

He promptly took a picture and woke me up to show me. I was a little groggy and somehow had it in my mind that they were Walmart bags stuck in the tree and that the lower one was in the shape of the Virgin Mary. Nate very patiently explained (a few times, I'm sure), that the white chickens had staged a jailbreak from the coop and had spent the night in a tree! You can sort of see the ground. They are both definitely above the level of my head. No idea how they managed that considering that they have no hands and can't really fly. But I'm impressed. And when I came to my senses fully I remembered this classic: