pitbullmomma
Free Ranging
I don't know if that's a word--is it? But...I am a chickenaholic. There is something wrong with me. I LOVE my chickens. I am obsessed by my chickens. I want more chickens. I go through my workday in a haze, treating human patients, all the while pining to go home and play with my baby chicks and hoping they are OK. My dogs are feeling sad and ignored (they're not). My husband is taking a backseat to my chickens (he is). Did I mention I am obsessed by my chickens?
All my people think there is something wrong with me. Ha. They're just jealous, because they are not chickens and thus are not worthy. Here is a picture of my little tiny flock (one is hiding).

Here is my beautiful Big Bird when she was one day old. She's the one that almost died. Now she is at least three times that size. Isn't she gorgeous??!! She's my best chicken.
Chickens are beginning to rule my life! Help!
Cindi (obsessed)
All my people think there is something wrong with me. Ha. They're just jealous, because they are not chickens and thus are not worthy. Here is a picture of my little tiny flock (one is hiding).
Here is my beautiful Big Bird when she was one day old. She's the one that almost died. Now she is at least three times that size. Isn't she gorgeous??!! She's my best chicken.
Cindi (obsessed)
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