CHICKENS

Here's to the girls who plan their social life around feeding time

When I was four years old, I was visiting the next door neighbors.  They had an old, cranky hen that took a dislike to me and my dog, Mac, and chased us all the way home.  Mac arrived home far ahead of me.  I never thought, EVER, that I would have chickens, but here I am, killin' it as the Crazy Chicken Lady, as my friends like to call me.  I love my girls.  Each one has their own distinct personality and sound.  I'm able to tell who laid which egg, which makes for a nice story for my egg customers.  I keep a variety of breeds as I like opening an egg carton and finding a veritable rainbow of eggs.  I've also developed the reputation amongst my chicken friends as the go-to person for advice and minor procedures. 

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