Um, I may have a bit of a problem

Coco, my very favorite and lovingest chicken, is temporarily an indoor bird. She has what we suspect is hepatitis, but a visit to Colorado State University College of Veterinary Medicine will either confirm or deny that tomorrow.

Because she needs to be isolated from the other birds, I am a little overjoyed that she has become a house-chicken. I am simultaneously a little worried that Mike is going to move to a hotel until I put her back in the coop. Alas, trade-offs.

Up until yesterday, Coco had the run of the guest room (sorry Cara - I know how you feel about animals in your room). So I decided that to cut down on the mess I would sew her a diaper. But I'm not calling it a diaper. It's her "backpack." I mean, how embarrassing to be a teenager in a diaper.

But I digress. I spent about an hour making it. A pattern-maker I am not. This thing is contrapted to within an inch of its life. When I showed Mike, he said, "I would have just set up a dog crate for her." Well duh. Why didn't I think of that? Probably because I don't work for a government think tank.

At any rate, the backpack has been retired and Coco seems pretty happy in her enormous Great Dane-sized crate.