I ain't chicken.

We are not animal people. I am not a bird person, remember this post? But David thought that we should try out chickens.

So like most people do we drove down to the local cal-ranch and purchased ourselves 10 baby chicks. 4 were for eating and 6 for eggs. Long story short....we raised the roasting birds and butchered them in our garage (it was humane, but I don't think we will be doing this next year). While at Jill's wedding 3 of our egg hens died, it was very sad. Poor Sheila. I forgot to tell you, we name our chickens. Our three surviving chickens Sally, Jessie, and Raphael(white) continued growing and thriving. Until that morning mom woke to a very loud rooster crow. Poor Raphael was dinner that night, it was an interesting dinner to say the least.

So now we are down to just Sally and Jessie. I have to say they are the best pets a small family could ask for. They pretty much take care of themselves. They roam the backyard and go into their coup at sundown. The kids love them, in fact they go out and pet them every morning. They give us two eggs a day and only chase you because they love you.