Do you ever wonder what God does for kicks? I mean, he gave some humans (granted, not all) a great sense of humor, and it says we are made in His image and all, so doesn't it follow that God must have a funny bone that he enjoys having tickled every now and again?
I think I've figured it out. In lieu of America's Funniest Videos or some angelic Abbott and Costello team, I believe God gets his jollies by watching people try to contain and care for chickens who don't want to be either contained or cared for.
We were clearly not ready for these chickens.
The garden is clearly not secure.
The movie Chicken Run was clearly fictional, as chickens seem to be quite adept at flying.
The new coop is nearly completed, which means the circus, the ABSOLUTE CIRCUS, I tell you, is nearly over. All six of us, yes six, including Grandpa and Drake the Dog have become quite skilled at herding the chickens back into the garden, sometimes several times each hour.
One would think we could patch enough holes to keep them from escaping.
One would think we could build walls high enough that they couldn't hop over them.
One would think that, between the six of us, we could be smarter than poultry.
God is busting a gut watching this little scene, I'm certain.