The chickens could probably deserve their own blog. There is just that much to say about them. It all started several years ago when my mom won a silent auction bid for a carpenter. That was the start of her master plan to build a hen house. (the carpenter job was big enough to build the hen house but not big enough to re-build our house) The hen house has been waiting empty for some time now. but a few weeks ago my mom decided to get her money out of her initial investment and 26 baby chicks arrived in the mail. TWENTY SIX. (hense the 26 part chicken story) All of the sudden our lives were consumed by chickens. we are like that old lady who ‘ leave her dog alone for more than two hours. The chickens might need water, the chickens might get hungry, the chickens are a pain. We had to take multiple trips to the feed store. Or different feed stores, and get equipment, and even more equipment and supplies at the hardwear store.
They had to live in the house for the first month. Specifically our basement. By my exercise equipment. You couldn’t use the treadmill, the sauna, the elliptical machine, and any of the extra space for the free weights was taken up by the chickens. They were kept in a box enclosure and then transferred to a wading pool that my dad rigged up with boards to keep the sides from collapsing and covered with mesh. The whole basement began to smell like barn and it slowly permeated throughout the whole house. The real reason no one could use or go near the basement. If for nothing else the chickens provide something we (Ellen and I) love to hate. And you will hear a whole lot more about it.
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