Firstly, congrats to Caitlin & Erica, winners of the Pumpkin & Parsnip giveaway. Thanks to fumbly little fingers, there were two winners. And a 25% off coupon for all those who participated.
Lucky you!
Secondly, while we’ve discovered we’re not dog people, or cat people for that matter…we are now officially chicken people.
I used to think this type of activity would cement our identity as ‘country bumpkins’ – the fact that we grow food, our children rarely wear clothes, and that we will soon have farm fresh eggs – but considering this describes my sister’s little family perfectly, who live right in the city limits, this theory no longer works.
Either way, we’re chicken folk now.
Once upon a time they were small and cute and fluffy…
They are now rather large, considerable less cute and quite feathered out.
And our kiddos love them to pieces.
They ask daily to spend time in the coop, feeding them dried meal worms and “loving on them”. Bean has the magic touch, promptly putting them to sleep within a minute of stealing one away into her lap.
We call her ‘the chicken whisperer’.
While Bug is eager to follow in her chick-charming footsteps, he would much rather hoist them above his head in epic ‘Lion King’ maneuvers, or see if he can figure out where face ends and beak starts. Or dig up earth worms for lively lunches. or sniff, for himself – yet again – to see whether chicken poop really does smell that bad.
Boys.
Half of our gals are named after Downton Abbey chicks…the lone Brahma{mama} is the Dowager Countess, the three Barred Rocks are Ladies Mary, Sybil & Edith, the three Rhode Island Reds are Penelope, Paisley & Poppy, and the two Leghorns appear to have rotating names, on occasion they are Zuri & Vienna, on other days they are Holly & Addison.
It all depends on the mood of the Whisperer.
Poor chickens, while there will be lovely eggs in our future…there are sure to be identity crises in theirs.
