A few months ago, I had written about Angus trying to catch the chickens. They always got away, no matter how close he was to catching them. Well, he finally did it last week. He was so happy, holding on to that chicken. He brought it into the house, walked straight into his room, closed the door and sat in the closet, just holding his chicken.
I walked in, looked in the closet and asked him what he and feather were doing. "My chicken," he said and gave it a kiss.