On the way to pick up a paper (to get the coupons!) this morning, we passed a flea market. In a stall clearly visible from the road, a vendor had several roosters in cages. I love chickens. They are such silly creatures. I have them all over my house. I guess Z has picked up on my thought process.
As we pass the real live chickens, Z says, "Look at those silly hens! Those chickens really crack me out!"