somebody call cribs! these chickens are living it up at fancy acre.

As of last night, 75% of the gang were able to tuck themselves into bed like grown ass chickens. Thats good news cause having to scramble around in darkness to catch these squirrelly birds is hard, hard work. Miss Loretta, if tonight you once again sneak downstairs to 'oh just grab a snack' well, you best be prepared to find your way back up cause I'll be at the bar.