Sometimes it would be nice to have the kind of blog where your posts start out with phrases like "if you ever find yourself in the south of France, be certain to visit the chateau la durantie. . ." instead of "If you're buying crickets for your chickens, get them cheaper at the bait shop instead of the pet store. . ."
This weekend I learned a bag of crickets is a Happy Meal for chickens because Mr. Bromeliad's parents in South Carolina have three hens. Also that chickens can run seven miles an hour, which is the approximate speed at which they lunged for the cricket sack.
Chickens are way better than Chihuahuas. They also are, believe it or not, a bit hip and trendy. For more info on urban chickens, see Simplified Bee.
p.s. btw, the word "cricket" is French for little creaker. And you thought we had no class.