Are you there, God? It's us, chickens.

Wanda can move.

Still no eggs yet. I've been checking not only in their fabulous hay-lined mini-henhouse but also in the hollow they've dug under an enormous shrub out back. Any day now, I guess. Maybe they're waiting for it to stop raining first.

Eggs or not, Wanda and Neutron have won a place in my heart by running or flying to me when I step outside. Their little feet scritch through the grass as they follow me around like puppies. They get along well with the rabbits and don't mind the dogs too much. And there's no sight more divine than watching your pet bird devour fire ant after fire ant.