first off, facts you should know before i get to the story: my kids are 7 and 5. my neighbors are an african-american family.
last summer when i got my first 3 chickens i got a white leghorn, a barred rock, and a brown chicken of some sort, what a GREAT MIX right? i got them while the wife and kids were out of town. when they got home i told them i had bought some chickens and the girls were SO EXCITED. they went outside and were chasing them all over the yard. picking them up. just fun kid stuff. well THEN the naming the birds talk gets started... my oldest, bless her little heart (that's a southern thing), says... and says rather LOUDLY... "LET'S NAME THEM WHITEY, BLACKEY, and DARKIE!"....i almost DIED. i ran over to her and told her NO WAY can you name the chickens that and to NEVER say that again. i'm just glad my neighbors weren't outside at the time.
last summer when i got my first 3 chickens i got a white leghorn, a barred rock, and a brown chicken of some sort, what a GREAT MIX right? i got them while the wife and kids were out of town. when they got home i told them i had bought some chickens and the girls were SO EXCITED. they went outside and were chasing them all over the yard. picking them up. just fun kid stuff. well THEN the naming the birds talk gets started... my oldest, bless her little heart (that's a southern thing), says... and says rather LOUDLY... "LET'S NAME THEM WHITEY, BLACKEY, and DARKIE!"....i almost DIED. i ran over to her and told her NO WAY can you name the chickens that and to NEVER say that again. i'm just glad my neighbors weren't outside at the time.
