Step back a year or more. Michael Pollan's book "Omnivore's Dilemma" was likely the final straw. I wanted to reconnect with my food. I wanted my daughter to see where food ACTUALLY came from, even in a simple way. Our lawn of our home was partially torn up and turned into a garden, the easement in front of our house turned into a makeshift vegetable patch (twelve yards of soil later - fodder for another blog), and NOW all we needed was some chickens.
Fresh eggs are a ways off. Likely 5 or 6 months. But the getting there is the purpose of this blog. Successes, failures, hints - the REAL deal on backyard chickens.
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ReplyDeleteWhoops, deleted my comment by accident... What I said was that I'm actually a weensy bit excited about the chickens... Just a weensy bit.
ReplyDeleteThe girls need names. You cannot continue to call them numbers. I believe Makayla could handle this job.
ReplyDeleteChicken One, Chicken Two, Chicken Three and Norbert... One of them has a name!
ReplyDeleteI was so sorry to hear of your loss. This is truly a life lesson for Maki. I'm sure the remaining girls will keep you entertained and eventually supply you with sufficient eggs.
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