Hi! I grew up on a farm with a menagerie of animals. My jobs were mucking out stalls and the chicken coop. We always had the meanest chickens and I grew up knowing I would never, ever have chickens of my own.
My husband decided we were getting chickens (tit for tat as I did show up one day with a goat and it snowballed into numerous goats). He came home with a small flock of Rhode Island Reds. I was determined not to like them, but they're really gentle, mellow birds. Still, I was so anti-chicken, I had to pretend I didn't like the chickens. Until the day my husband caught me hanging a chicken swing from the tree in their pen. Now the gig is up and I'm a crazy chicken mom.
My husband decided we were getting chickens (tit for tat as I did show up one day with a goat and it snowballed into numerous goats). He came home with a small flock of Rhode Island Reds. I was determined not to like them, but they're really gentle, mellow birds. Still, I was so anti-chicken, I had to pretend I didn't like the chickens. Until the day my husband caught me hanging a chicken swing from the tree in their pen. Now the gig is up and I'm a crazy chicken mom.