DH is already watering at the mouth.
I admit, meat is part of why I wanted to raise chickens, but my resolve has been somewhat eroded.
They're just so beautiful and, heck, we've had some adorable adventures with the little guys.
I suppose if we are going to do it, it would have to be done soon. They're almost 7 months old now.
No luck yet on finding homes for the boys, but my neighbors and I got some more work done on the coop over the holiday... left over plastic from the greenhouse and a donated roll of tar paper for the henhouse roof.
And there's Jazz Chicken, just chillin' on the porch.