Liam Vs. Chickens

The War Of The Chickens

One of my favorite parts about living outside of the city is the space! I love walking out to my back porch, with a glass of iced coffee in hand, sitting in my little chair, and enjoying my morning. I usually get about ten minutes and then my son Levi wakes up from his morning nap and my oldest Liam is stressing because his current episode of Curious George has ended.Those ten minutes are amazing.Another fun part has been my aunt and uncle's chickens. They have a little chicken coop in their backyard and let them out during different times of the year. The boys and I walk outside and the chickens rush us thinking we have food. Depending on Liam's mood, he either laughs, screams, runs, or chases them.During the summer, Liam had many encounters with them.Before I continue, let's think about this from Liam's perspective. Think about going outside and seeing this large, clucking herd barging up to you. When they finally reach you, you realize they come up to your belly.It's a little intimidating.

One Brave Boy And A Herd Of Chickens

Over the summer, he would go outside with strawberries or some other snack for the day. I've shared my sons obsession with food before with all of you. He's always holding food in his hand. I'd let him go outside and play on the slide because I could see him from my window. One day, I watched him go out with a strawberry in one hand, only wearing underwear, and boots. Seconds later he came inside screaming. I assumed he fell.Then he started yelling, "The chi-chins took my berry!" Oh boy. I tried explaining that they probably thought it was a snack for them. My very vocal child, then rushed outside yelling, "It's not yours chi-chins!" They ran up to him and he ran inside and closed the doors. That was the start to his war with the chickens.Now when we go outside, you never know how he will respond to them. He usually runs towards them, in an attempt to scare them, and when it doesn't work, he runs away screaming.More battles soon to come...