In My Next Life I Will Live On A Farm

Once upon a time (2 years ago) I wanted to raise chickens in the backyard. I did some research, presented my case to my less enthusiastic half, called and checked to see if it was cool with the town of Rochester. Then ever so slowly the dream lost speed and fell to the wayside (that faded dream scenario is sounding all to familiar).

Then 1 year ago last spring I gave birth to my own baby chicken (actually a human baby we call Calvin) No desire for baby chicks when there is a newborn to tend.

And upon the first signs of spring this year-it was as if I could sense their fluffiness hatching from their shells I knew this was the year we would snatch ourselves up some sweet baby chicks, take them home to raise and call our own...pets.

When the Saturday struck, my fellow wannabe-chicken-raiser friend Katrina and I piled the children in the car and set off to the country.

The adoption story of Toots (pronounced like "Hey Toots, I like what I see...") and Dolly:

Then 3 or so weeks passed by and grow they did (and smell they do!)

But it's ok, because those utilitarian pets of ours will be producing eggs in no time.

And although they have basically doubled in size and aren't as fuzzy anymore, they still sound super sweet- like a little hamster wheel turning round and round.

so,

Do you have any questions?

Do you think I'm crazy?

Introducing...

More on how this came to be/and am I out of my mind(turns out I'm not)/the day we brought them home...

R.I.P. Noley

Well it happened.

It took a short 4 months.

Lena cried

-but only because she didn't get to be the one to flush him on to his watery grave.

HA!

I think next time we'll save ourselves the forty bucks for fish, bowl and accessories and just stick to playing with Buster, the next door neighbor's friendly pooch.