You know you live in the country when. . .

Not only do your two-legged human neighbors visit, but your feathered fowl neighbors do too.

These guys have been over here so much lately that I'm starting to think we've adopted them. Our neighbors wanted to know a few days ago if the birds were bothering us (and to send them home if they were).

The answer was, of course. . . Nope. We're pretty chicken-friendly people, after all. And you know what? This is what I love about living in the country. The friendliness, the slower pace, and yep, the visits from our neighborly chickens.