Edit _ I just found this post I never published from 2015. It made me miss my chickens. A LOT. I don’t miss the 5:00 a.m. crowing. I don’t miss late night bumblefoot operations. I don’t miss giant chicken snakes (or small chicken snakes for that matter). I don’t miss chicken poop. I don’t miss panic attacks whenever I saw a stray dog, soaring hawk or prowling bobcat. I don’t miss nasty chicken waterers. I don’t miss unexpected funerals. Raccoon attacks. Rooster fights.
Nope, none of that. I can live without all that stress.
But I DO miss their little chicken feet running and scratching and hunting for bugs. I miss the colorful eggs, and finding them in unexpected places, like my rocking chair. I miss babies in the spring. I miss plopping down in the grass after a long day working in town, and just watching them do their chicken ‘thang’. I miss that terribly.
Anyway. Here the post, and a couple of my pretty girls.
July 2015 – Normally my chickens tend to run with their own creed and color combo. Yet, recently, these two hit it off with one another and decided to explore a bit.