Despite my brother being a middle school tween, he is still in love with his chickens. It was dull and rainy today, so my brother and I brought Wigwam and Atari inside just to play with them. (They are both super lap chickens!) Raisin and Petal are kind of iffy, so we let them be alone. Wigs and Atari also get along well because Atari stands her ground with Wigwam, and he respects her. We let them walk around on our mud room counter. We shined their feet with an old toothbrush. Collin then grabbed a marker and colored Atari's nails pink. He was so proud of his manicure job that he went into the living room with Atari and showed my parents who were on the couch. Both my parents don't mind the chickens in the house, as long as they aren't in the kitchen or pooping on the floor. My dad said "That's weird" and my mom laughed. Wigwam got his back petted, which he loves. He seemed to accept my brother a little more. Then, Wigwam started looking out the front door towards the coop. He did a few squawks and then CROWED in Collin's ear. I laughed for a solid 5 minutes. My mom said "Is that Wigwam?" Collin and I were laughing too hard to respond. Wigwam crowed again, and in an attempt to silence him, I lightly put my hands around his neck. Nope, didn't slow him down. Once he starts crowing, he doesn't stop. He crowed in the laundry room for a while, my brother and I trying to guess when he'd crow next. My dad thought it was funny too. When I went to put him back, he crowed in my arms. Only broke my eardrums He's just too funny. We let them back outside and they both looked saddened that they couldn't stay for longer. Later today when my friend comes over, we are going to make the chickens some clothes and whatnot. Ah, I love these birds.