OK, Granny, we are going to ply you with stories. Animal stories, child hood stories, grandchildren, stories about ehere you work........
My first chickens were chickens that I won at some kind of game at the county fair. Two lovely yellow chicks. I didn't have any way to keep them warm other than carry them around in my shirt. Moma wasn't as pleased with them as I was, so they didn't get any feed from the feed store. They got table scraps and bugs and worms. They learned real quick that when I clucked to them it meant food. They feathered out with the prettiest white feathers. One was tall and lanky and immediately started a beautiful red comb. The other chick was kind of short and dumpy. With a much smaller comb, kind of a knot shaped thing, but still bright red.
In my infinite 7 year old wisdom, I named them Ryan and Ali. I thought they were the most beautiful chickens in the world! Then when Thanksgiving time arrived, my Mom informed me they were both roosters and they had to go. Fortunately, I didn't have to help butcher them........
The next spring , on one of my Grandfather's visitshe brought me a box. A wonderful surprise of a small brownish hen who was mad as hell when I opened the box! She had a whole passle of chicks under her. Love at first site
He also brought a turkey crate. One made out of wooden dowels. The hen and chicks spent some time in the crate, inside of our barn. I was afraid the chicks would be eaten by our barn cat or squashed by a cow hoof or the pony hooves. Between the two of us we kept all of the chicks alive!
☆☆☆☆☆☆ to be continued☆☆☆☆☆☆
I can't stand a dog that barks in the house. The other is half Weimaraner and they told us her daddy was "some kind of lab" but I think he may have actually been a pointer. We've had labs before and Jewel has exactly zero lab characteristics. She's a year and a half old, Dolly is almost 5, and that cranky cat just turned 8. Then I've got a 5-year-old daughter, 2-year-old son, and 12 chickens. And the crazy husband who lets me have it all. 
