Lol, normal expressions far a teenage girl are BFF, BF, BRB, but not for me. I have BYC.
~when you have a chicken coop taking up half the room in your garage.
~when your friend is talking about her stupid middle school drama and you say "I don't need a boyfriend. I have books and chickens. what...
yeah! that would make a pretty cool science project.
*RANDOM ANNOUNCMENT*
my chicken, Popcorn, laid her first egg today right in time for passover. We are putting on the sader plate.
I love the last one!! I got one night of chicken themed hanukkah presents, and I dressed up as a chickens for my temple's purim carnival yesterday. I'm hoping my pullets will start laying in time for passover so we can use one on the seder plate.
-when you make a mini waterer in art class instead of a mug, and write "(insert my name here) <3's Chickens" on it. - when you bring your two hens into the house during a dinner party to show them to your mom's friends. -when you are supposed to be doing a science lab, but instead end up...
you constantly have scratches on your hand from your hens perching on your hand.
you announce to your spainish class that you have chickens. We're practicing tener, which means to have, and one of the questions was, "do you have any dogs or cats." I said, "I have a dog and two hens."
I wish I was home schooled...anyway, here's another one;
-when you want to bring your chickens inside because it's so cold overnight, even though I've read everywhere that they can keep themselves warm, and then when your mom forbids it, you make warm oatmeal to bring out to the coop.
ha ha!!! stupid santa, every one know's that chickens are epic!!
hmm, I have a question. I live in New england, and It's going to be like 5 degrees out tonight. Should I bring them inside or will they be ok outside in the coop.
those are good ones! my chickens are on my christmas card too, but we're holding them.
...when you steal half your brother's oatmeal during breakfast so you can make a special treat for your girls.
when you spend your afternoon crawling under your deck chasing one of your hens who got under there when they were free ranging...
...and then spend the next half-hour searching your backyard for rocks and using them to plug every last tiny hole so no chicken could ever get under the deck again.
When you spend the entire afternoon locked in your room, crying because one of your hens died and you don't even know why and now you feel like a horrible chicken owner and don't know what to do to protect the other two....
this is me right now.
when you wear a chicken feather in your hair everywhere you go,
when you science teacher tells her sister (who is thinking of getting chickens) about you,
when you make a retching sound at the mere mention of a chicken mcnugget,
when you are asked "how are your chickens" at least 4 times a week...