Halloween at the Crazy Chicken House

While the chickens slumbered on, oblivious to the children running door to door begging for treats (an activity they would wholeheartedly endorse), I donned my witch hat and pounded away at the keyboard in the attic (top window) and Scott organized his books in the library (second story, right). As for the other witches and bats floating around the house--I thought it best to leave them alone.