Practically imperfect in every way. Start with a lot of silliness. Mix in some insecurities and a handful of awkwardness. Add a pound of naivety, innocence, and child-like wonderings. Blend well. Half-bake and top off with a sprinkle of imagination and dollop of dreams. It’s the recipe for me!
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I’m still working on plans for a small chicken coop in my parents’ yard. We can’t have chickens here in our neighborhood, but of course, if we end up moving, that will change. Ideally, I’d like a nice big chunk of land for a hobby farm. I’m thinking chickens, ducks, a goat, and maybe some bees. I guess it’s these thoughts that make the possibility of leaving Michigan more bearable.
I’ve narrowed down the breed I’d like to get, and I’ll probably get a few more than we originally planned for. I’m thinking 8-10 now. Unfortunately, it doesn’t look like we can order such a small quantity, so we’ll have to either order with someone else, or find a local place that sells them individually.
Rob hasn’t really warmed up to the idea of having chickens yet. I keep getting the feeling he’s staying quiet about it in hopes that I’ll forget about it. My thought is, if he didn’t want craziness in his life, he shouldn’t have married a crazy person! In reality, I expect he’ll come around about the chickens right after they start laying. He’ll turn into Mr. Chicken Farmer bragging about the greatness our fresh brown eggs to everyone.
“if he didn’t want craziness in his life, he shouldn’t have married a crazy person”
That’s too funny. How often I have said similar things to my husband!
I’d wager that most couples have one crazy person. I’d also wager that the crazy person is the blogger. ![]()
My father-in-law had chickens in the past. Actually, he’s had them about every year for the past three or four years. He has to keep getting more chickens every year because neighboring farm dogs keep eating them (and if you live in a place where there are farms, there are farm dogs). And perhaps some owls or hawks get one or two as well. Free range is a great idea (one they are committed to), but complete freedom = sure and quick death by other animals. Last year, they tried fencing in their large vegetable and flower garden and letting them have that, but it’s very difficult 1) to keep the chickens in any kind of enclosure and 2) to keep other animals out.
So good luck with that! I also fantasize about having chickens one day. We’ll see.
I don’t think we’ll be able to free range our chickens at all. I love the idea, but it’s just not practical or safe at my parents’ place. My plan is to build a coop with a very secure outdoor run. I’m most concerned about racoons, so I need to keep them going over AND under the fence.
If we end up moving, I hope to get a place that’s better suited for free ranging.
Hah, I’m more of a city type that would never ever understand why you’d go through all that chicken shit and filth when you could just get some eggs in pretty little cartons at the store. I know on an intellectual level that my pristine store bought eggs come out the back of a chicken of course, but I just don’t need to face that fact every day.
Hehe, you’re missing the point! The eggs are a nice bonus to the experience of raising chickens. My dad grew up on a farm, and the idea has always appealed to me.
It’s the spark of an idea that hits me unexpectedly. It’s the silly wonderings I have after a whirlwind of thoughts. It’s about creativity, inspiration, and imagination. But sometimes, it’s just about eating noodles.
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