I married a city boy. Raised in the ghetto of Ft. Lauderdale, my hubby was the antithesis of all things country...until now! He's turning into Farmer Walker on me!
He built a chicken coop...(notice the cute little stairs!)
He got three chickens. They have since been named:
Cluckers, Feathers, and Mrs. Hen (Dailey & Jerrel named them!)
Myla wasn't sure what to think!
Neither were Arthur & Guinevere.
He got three chickens. They have since been named:Cluckers, Feathers, and Mrs. Hen (Dailey & Jerrel named them!)
Myla wasn't sure what to think!
Neither were Arthur & Guinevere.(Now they run in there every chance they get!)
"The girls," as I call them, have been giving us 3 eggs/day.
"The girls," as I call them, have been giving us 3 eggs/day.I thought we ate a lot of eggs. But apparently we don't.
What am I going to do with all of these eggs?!
Omelette, anyone?
2 comments:
Lol! Egg salad? Souffle? 9 eggs a day is A LOT of eggs ;)
Well, that is just the cutest little chicken house I have ever seen! My husband was raised in the city as well, so it is really interesting to take him to my Granny's in the country and "learn" him stuff:). We are blessed that they are willing to learn and good sports about it too:).
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