Last year we bought some chickens, I say we, I did. To me they are therapeutic, they really destress me. Any eggs they lay are just a nice tasty bonus.
Our Homemade Coop at bottom of the garden, looking good even though I can't usually knock a nail in straight.
As with everything, small things happen in life. Here is a small verse I just found in my notes.
" There once a hen named Nugget.
Who's eggs we hoped would taste nice.
But as she got older, he started to crow.
Any louder, he'll be in a curry with rice. "
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