Answer: Because we took it for a walk.
Sometimes I look at my life and think that if my former glamorous, oh-so-with-it self (pre marriage and kids) could see my life now, she would shake her head in horror. Three kids, two dogs, two bunnies, a few fish, a bowl of tadpoles, a chicken, one husband, a large mortgage, comfortable pants and what looks suspiciously like (and probably is) dried snot on my shoulder.
Of course, if my former infertile self had to see my life now, her heart would explode with happiness because my life is exactly how I wished it would be. Except perhaps for a few kilos more and a few bucks less. But every bit as crazy / busy / full / wonderful as I hoped it would be.
Still, I have to laugh. I hear myself do and say things that I never thought I would say. Like for example "make sure the chicken doesn't run across the road".
We have a chick. A baby chicken. My father bought two baby chicks for the kids, but one unfortunately didn't survive the love and enthusiasm dished out by the twins. The surviving chick (who just happens to be Kate's chick 'Fluffy', according to Kate that is) stays in a special hutch thing with special warming lights and special straw and special food etc.
Cost of chick (bought by my father) = 10 bucks
Cost of special hut, special warming lights, special everything else (bought by Marko) = Much, MUCH more than 10 bucks
As soon as it is big enough and able to keep itself warm, it will go outside in the area where the bunnies romp around. But for now it stays in its special hutch. Unless we take it out for a walk. Yes, we take our chicken for a walk. It is the funniest thing. We take it across the road to the lawns and the kids play while the chicken pecks and scratches and follows us around.
I don't know - there is just something about me sipping on my glass of wine at 5pm while the twins ride their bikes, Max rolls around on the grass and the little chicken follows everyone around that makes me smile. My life is wonderful. Crazy, but wonderful.
PS Big moment, Max had his first hair cut today. It was like night and day compared to Adam's first haircut (and every hair cut since then). I could say more, but I wont. In essence, YAY for easy babies!!
PPS A special hello to the lovely blog reader I met today in the park - you made me feel like a celeb when you came up and said hi, thank you :-)
PPPS That wine glass looks terrible like that on its side (empty), but I had to put it somewhere while I ran after Max, prying his chubby little fingers off the chicken's neck. I don't normally leave empty wine glasses strewn around the communal parks.