The Chickens Have Taken Over My Brain
Yes, I'm thinking about chickens again. For a long time, I've wanted to keep chickens. We kept ducks when I was a kid, but they didn't lay and all they really did was poop on the dog a lot. My ex-grandmother-in-law kept chickens and my daughter's job was to collect the eggs.
I don't want many chickens. Five or six max. And I don't want just any old kind of chickens. I want the real purty chickens. I want these chickens. I started reading up on what one does to prepare for the arrival of one's little baby chickens, and fer cryin' out loud! Who knew it was this complicated?
I guess I'm too old to join 4H or FFA. But I will have these chickens. Oh yes. And they're coming home with me on the bus.
I don't want many chickens. Five or six max. And I don't want just any old kind of chickens. I want the real purty chickens. I want these chickens. I started reading up on what one does to prepare for the arrival of one's little baby chickens, and fer cryin' out loud! Who knew it was this complicated?
I guess I'm too old to join 4H or FFA. But I will have these chickens. Oh yes. And they're coming home with me on the bus.
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