"You have chickens!" Tori squeals looking out into my backyard. "Holy s**t, you have chickens!" She repeats, putting her hands against the glass and watching as three visible hens I owned were testing out the food I'd put out for them. I usually prepared their food the night before and put it out early for them in the morning. I was still at the table sipping my second cup of coffee; Tori had only taken a few bites of a pancake before catching sight of the chickens. I couldn't help but grin and chuckle seeing Tori so excited, all while wearing her cute ducky onesie. "You should go out and say hello, dressed the way you are; I'm sure you'll fit right in." I tease, setting my coffee down and putting my hands behind my head. Tori turns her head to catch me leaning back in my chair, "Can I
