Our neighbors recently announced that they had chickens on the way. We’d all been talking about the possibility of chickens, building chicken coops together, getting all sustainable in the suburbs, yadda yadda, when suddenly, there were seven full-grown chickens living in their back yard! Now we get to run out and throw our kitchen scraps over to them. It’s way fun. Yesterday we awoke to a rainstorm and the girls (my girls, not the chickens) ran out in pajamas and galoshes to see how the chickens fared in the downpour. M & R reported the girls (the chickens, not my girls) were huddled together in their nests, keeping dry.
The children next door have named the chickens Hermie, Claire, Dan, Dave, Chuckles, Molly, and my favorite, Bock Bock.
Fresh eggs! The screws and bamboo are not from the chickens.
Rumor has it that little chicks may come our way soon…