Farmer T

We are chicken sitting.

A neighbor down the street is away for a couple of weeks, and since we never go anywhere, we are taking care of her chickens.  This means fresh eggs for us!

Confession?  I inwardly groan every morning when it's time to go "do the chickens."  I described the whole thing to a friend like this: "Yet another thing I should not have said: 'Sure!  That sounds fun!' to."

Sigh.

Little T is thoroughly enjoying it though.








Will this exposure to local chickens just complicate my life?  Am I going to be dealing with Pleasemommypleasemommypleasemommycanwehaveourownchickenspleasemommypleeeeeeeese?

Oh dear.  I hope not.  I'm not quite ready to walk my local food talk in that particular way.

But oh-so-yummy were the fried eggs we had for breakfast!

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Comments

This is ideal. You can just say, "We don't need our own chickens - we can just help Mrs. So-and-so with hers!" She wins, you win.

Because, really, you don't want chickens. Read The Egg and I to hear it from a woman who got to know chickens far too well.
nicole said…
ah, just add hens to your backyard. pets and eggs. done and done.

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