I actually ate a Zaxby's one time because of that commercial. Yup, the "bawk, bawk" commercial just reeled me in. I liked the ad much better than the food. Any-who...
Perched atop our chicken coop is this completely awesome, albeit rusted, rooster. His name is Fred.
A few years back, Lee had this chicken coop built for me in a shaded area near our house. I designed it myself and it turned out almost like I had envisioned. I'm hoping in the next few weeks that we'll tear the "run" down and rebuild it in an L-shape so we can enjoy our beautiful chicks.
After sitting dormant for a few months (darn those pesky raccoons!) we have finally "re-chickenized" our coop. Oh, the kids were soooo excited to hand pick their new chickens. We're starting small, but that's ok. They each picked one.
Zeb with Jessi; Henry with Super Diego; Michal with Eleanor; and Liliana with Barbie. Henry's is the only rooster.
Everyone just loves the chickens, with the exception of our dog, Boney. Or maybe he likes them a little too much (as in "For me?? Awww, you shouldn't have. Let's eat!"). Boney is a pit bull we rescued from starvation close to a year ago. A few months back, I tried to give him away via facebook, and I didn't get the first response. Not even a single "Like." Whaaaa? Who knew there were so many people out there who just don't want a bull dog?
Probably the most excited about our chickens is Liliana. She is just in Heaven with her sweet little chicken. Thankfully, Barbie is nice and P.E.T.A. doesn't have a representative nearby.
"How can that precious little girl ruffle anyone's feathers?"you ask.
"Mom, Barbie likes to stick her neck up like this...
See?
Hold on, I just have to pull on it a little bit.
Isn't she cute, mom? She's so cute. Like a little baby...
She likes me to hold her like a baby, Wock a bye baby, in the twee tops...
This little chicken just loves me, Mom. Really, mom, it does.
Look, mom, she likes to stand on the house.
Take a picture of her butt, mom. Ha... A chicken butt!"
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We're hoping to increase our flock a little at a time and add in some guineas and goats. You never know, we may one day land on the front cover of the local news as Farm Family of the Year!
When we moved to town a random chicken showed up at our house, and roosed under Megs window every night, so we fed it and named it Fred! We couldnt run from the country!
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