Gertrude and Rose Marie

I know, I know. We are committed to becoming the Clampetts. Yes, those are chickens. Yes, we named them. Yes, we used Easter as an excuse: "Wouldn't it be neat if we had baby chicks in the Easter baskets for the boys?" Pfft- Gavin helped pick them out a week before Easter and we never put them in the baskets. That was a complete justification. Anyway, meet Gertrude (the smaller one, I know counter intuitive) and Rose Marie (the big one). They run around our yard, our porch, and sometimes our house (which is NOT allowed). And, they can swim (don't ask).