- Aug 15, 2014
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My hubby Forrest had been wanting chickens for a while, not me, no way.
So I was shocked to hear on a dreary Saturday morning in January the words, “Lets go get some chickens.”come from my mouth , I thought it was funny . Then, I heard, 'Do you mean for something to eat now or.....to keep for real in the backyard?' I couldn't say no anymore and I had no idea why I wanted chickens all of a sudden.
After an Internet search I found the perfect place for us to get our chicks. The Little Birdie hatchery a 45 min drive from our house.
We picked out 3. Maybelle a Plymouth Rock, A Buff Orpington named LulaBelle and an Ameraucana Wheaten .
During the ride home I watched Maybelle and LulaBelle peacefully sleeping and one very anxious chick with no name that I had the proverbial OH poop moment. These girls will be living in our bathtub.
As the Fog cleared I remembered what else lives with us. Our Self -Proclaimed bird-chasing, squirrel- treeing, chipmunk tag-teaming duo of Suki the cat and Sasha the Doxie dog Duo. I could only hope we did not wake up to the scattered feathers of Maybelle, LulaBelle and the chick with no name.....
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