chick, chick, double chick

A conversation with myself, every day, many times a day:

Did I turn off the stove? What if the house burns down? Would the cat survive?

My conversation post-chicken:

Did I turn off the stove? What if the house burns down? Would the chickens survive? And what about the cat? Speaking of the cat, did I shut the "chicken room" door? What if the cat eats one? Could she possibly eat more than two? And what about the warming light? What if it mysteriously falls and lands on a pile of dry kindling and burns the house down ...

As you can see, being an urban chicken farmer has dramatically reduced the stress in my life.

ps props to the artist of the above print, Sarah Pallek.