Puns

After 4 months of warming and feeding and watering and building and mulching and clipping and feeding our chickens - Eleanor and Mabel and Rosie - they ran up to my daughter and I after we'd arrived back from the shops. They were clucking away like they were proud as punch. It seemed as though they had laid an egg. I checked the nesting box but found nothing.
     Maybe they had just been excited to see us. We had lunch and put away the shopping and read some books.
     At about three in the afternoon I was outside and saw something in the grass. A brown egg speckled white. One of them had laid an egg in the middle of the yard. I thought I'd better check the box and found another. Two eggs. No wonder they were tickled pink.
     So, now we are starting to get into eggs. The three chickens are starting to grow up.
     About to leave the nest.
     Fly the coop.
     Spread their wings.
     Not wanting to fall fowl of anyone's sensibilities, but we didnt even have to egg them on.
     Wattle be next?
     Struggling a bit now, I'll need to use a fine-toothed comb. (That was a stretch.)
     That's it.