That's how it all started. We moved from the coast to about an hour and a half inland. Yeah we both grew up with Grandparents that farmed and we had great memories of that time, couldn't we just recreate a bit of those by gone days... and that's where we started with a tiny garden and six baby chickens from a local store.
They were so cute, silly and brave all at the same time, I was determined to make them pets, so have them love me as much as I loved them. I gave them names to fit their personality, we raised them in the house and it was crazy stressful when they went out for the first night to their newly build Coop.
They survived and are happily running around terrorizing the gardens and the other animals. But the issue is that that that those six have turned into almost 35!. Yes 35! We have entered a whole new level of Chicken Wrangler, so beware, when they are selling you those yellow balls of fluff they know that you will be back for more and all of the extras that they need. They should have a sign on those corrals that say CAUTION- Chickens are Addictive....kinda like potato chips you just can't have one or six.
The do work for their living, laying eggs and eating the ants and other bugs around the house and in the garden. They won't be dinner.. ever, I know some disagree about this but they are truly pets and they have their own personalities.. just wait you'll see..
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