True Love and a Chicken

Nick wasn't feeling well today, and though he had originally planned on coming into work with me, he ended up staying home. I called to check on him throughout the day, and he pretty much felt bad all day. Poor guy. When I got home with the kids I asked how his day went. I expected him to tell me that he rested and watched some movies, which he did, but I didn't expect what he said next. One of my chickens, the smart one, flew the coop. She was wandering all over the yard. When I'm home and she gets loose, yes this happens a lot, she comes to find me, and I return her to her sisters. But she doesn't like Nick, and he really isn't fond of her. So my husband, my sick husband, spent a good part of his afternoon chasing down my chicken. He returned her safely to the run, beautifully unscathed. If that's not true love, I don't know what is.