About two months ago, Joy and I were chatting about chickens on a Saturday morning. And somehow, by that very afternoon, we had 4 baby chicks living in our kitchen. I'm not really known for my skills in thinking things through. I'm more of a fun-loving... fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kind of a girl. Which is really fun at parties! But a little trickier when it comes to say, getting married, having babies, or raising chickens. But whatever, it always ends well.
The chicks are almost 2 months old now. The good news is that they are no longer living in my kitchen. Because even though they're super cute when they're little puff-ball chicks, they stink to high heaven. And good lord they're high maintenance. Poop. Food. Water. In the coop. Out of the coop.
On the weekends and in the evenings, we let them roam around the yard. But before bed time, Joy and I have to herd them back into the coop. And I'd swear the neighbors are eating popcorn and watching out their windows in leiu of prime time TV. Joy chases the chicks toward the coop, while I try to catch them and put them into the coop. But the coop door is too big to close while you're catching the other chicks - so even if I get one into the coop, it might fly back out as I'm catching the others. And repeat the whole process from the beginning.
Someday, though, they're going to start laying a lot of eggs. And when that starts happening, well... I'm going to start cooking a lot more egg recipes. Any suggestions?
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Cross-posted from singlesupermama.com