A small introduction to our Rhode Island Reds...
Henry loves them and he also loved the spaghetti we ate that night.
Can you tell?
This is Lil Chick.
An apt title in reference to her comparatively diminutive size.
Not an apt title considering the fact that she is clearly at the top of the pecking order.
She definitely rules the roost!
We liked the idea of free-range chickens in our backyard.....
for about 3 days.
Poop. Poop. Poop.
Taylor built a run connected to the chickens' sweet little chicken coop.
This has made enjoying the chickens much easier.
Henrietta is hanging out in the nesting box, i.e. our house's original sink.
Sister is pretty much obsessed with the chickens. Approximately 412 times a day, she runs to the back door and says "gup".
Gup is her general word for things she loves.
And, yes, we do love our chickens!
3 comments:
What does Charlie think of the chickens??
gup, gup! I like the run! Must.contain.chicken.poop.
Lizbeth, Charlie is filled with old man negative opinions on things these days......apparently he grew up with chickens and is therefore an expert on yet another aspect of our lives.
Mandi, i already deal with too much poop...
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