For over a year I have been incessantly begging for chickens. It has been on my bucket list to raise chickens. Aaron keeps saying no. He’s been using zoning as an excuse. Today, I debunked that myth.
Ever since I’ve started eating gluten free, the amount of eggs I eat has doubled. I LOVE eggs. I eat eggs in every way possible. We buy eggs like Elizabeth Taylor bought jewelry.
Our anniversary is on Monday, and all I wanted was CHICKENS: the gift that keeps on giving. (Way better than Jam-Of-The-Month if you ask me.)
And I got chickens.
We picked them out at IFA, and you know, they put them in a Happy Meal Box! A chicken nugget package.
We are keeping them in the former office for a week until the weather is warmer. Then we’ll move them to the garage. They will probably be in their box for about 5 weeks.
That gives me 5 weeks to build a coop. I have no idea the style or direction we want to go in. But you can bet that I’ll be exhausting Google the next few days trying to get my plan together. Also, don’t search Chicken Coup, it’s different than Chicken Coop. Not that that’s how I tried to spell it… *awkwardly looks around*
The pups have been nosy about what’s in the box.
But they’re friendly dogs. Buster loves the little chirping noise, and wants to be their friend. He just sits outside the box to protect them.
The Pom Poms are Golden Campines. They’re hardy and do well in the winter. They’re a great breed for our temperamental climate.
The Pom Poms turn my heart into an otter pop on Independence Day.
Aaron bought this book for me to read, but he hasn’t given me a chance. He’s more than half way through. He’s acting like he didn’t want chickens, but he’s secretly more excited than I am.
It was really hard to get Buster to leave the room. He loves just watching them and being there listening to their little cheeps.
They finally fell asleep.
Best anniversary gift ever.
I’m feeling really intimidated at the thought of building the coop. At the same time I’m really looking forward to it. I’ve always wanted to be an urban farmer. I think that means you listen to your iPod while you wear overalls.