People around my town think I'm crazy for raising chickens.
For so long I had begged my parents to let me have a barnyard animal:a pony,a donky,a cow....
Finally my mum told me when I was 16,"If you do your homework on this then maybe we'll try"
Man,I hit the books like nobody's business.
We picked up 6 chicks from a local feed store in April,the cutest little things ever.
When one died the first night I was totally heartbroken,I thought I'd done something wrong.
She was sick from a bird at the store though,it wasn't anything we had done.
The other 5 grew like weeds and were ridiculously funny.
They were in my bedroom for about 10 weeks or so,and had an awesome little ritual in the morning.
Scarlet and Charlotte would jump up on my bed,then sit on my chest until I woke up.
Charlotte would walk all over my legs 'cause that was faster.
Now my chickens are like family to me.All 9 of them!
I started off with my 5 hens,got another roo as a tiny chick,aquired my Silkie roo,then my Silkie hen and her chick.
Having chickens is one of the most rewarding experiances of life,at least I think so.