Chickens in my bedroom

Well, I've heard of bats in the belfry, bulls in china shops, pigs in blankets and now I have chickens in my bedroom. Totally suckered in by the little buggers when they were on the floor of the hardware store, now they are almost big enough for their heads to reach over the edge of the box. Their big chick feathers are coming in, they aren't too cute anymore, and I'm praying they are all girls. My landlord says if they were free they must be roosters.... but, I did have to buy a bag of feed for $10, so maybe that'll count for something. I'm rather attached to them, bonded, just like with my cats. One morning when I woke up early, I sat down in the floor beside their box and took each one out, one at a time. I held each in my hand, and gently laid the other hand over it. Each one, in turn, just sat right down and went to sleep. How could you not love that? In those moments, I understood, in a place very deep inside of me, how much everyone and everything, just wants to know it is loved. I know I'm like a mom to them. They even get quiet and listen when I talk. How much we long to know that our Father loves us, that we are safe in His Hands. And, we are. How could it be any other way? Microcosms and macrocosms, as above, so below. Families. Love. Guess I better get busy and build a pen for them, before they end up in my bed. Good night all, and much love 2 u.