It looks like I will not be getting chickens, nor a stylish coop for them to live in the backyard, for my birthday.

Too bad, because I was looking forward to fresh eggs and two roasted chickens when we got tired of the eggs. I was going to name them Starbuck and Gaius, and a sign saying "Cyclon-Occupied Caprica" was going to go onto the Eglu .

Oh well.