It’s been a year since we butchered our free range chickens after many attempts to save them from coyotes. No matter what we did, we just couldn’t take the free range out of the birds. So the decision was made, after losing almost 20 birds in two months, that they were more useful in our freezer than with coyotes.
It was a nice little break from the farm chores, especially since we added sweet Lilly Mae to the family. But now I’ve got an itch.
Don’t tell Chad.
We are in the middle of an extensive addition and remodel. He might actually win the insanity plea if he finds out I’m contemplating sweet little fuzzy butt chicks…. but I can’t help it. We’ve already decided I have issues here and here. So this should really come as no surprise to him….. right????
That’s what I thought too! I’m so glad you’re on my side. I may need your help later…
I’ve been resisting the urge to hop on My Pet Chicken. Because once on there I’m pretty sure it’s gonna be all over with.
I tell Chad all the time how lucky he should feel because I could care less about clothes, purses, jewelry or shoes. I only need three pairs of shoes for life….. flip flops, farm boots and church shoes. But as with all things, there is a flip side.
I want animals….LOTS of them. I even had a dream last night that a neighbor brought a sweet little black calf for us to see and I immediately tried to buy it from them. Chad may be wishing at this point I had a Prada issue…that’s a thing right??! Purses or luggage right?? Something like that anyways.
Maybe one little look at My Pet Chicken won’t hurt…..too much… please pray. I’m gonna need it.