I felt like I had missed so much time with them, because of my head injury/surgeries, etcetera, and I wanted to make it up to them.
I committed to raising chickens with them.
Can I just say that I will have to raise chickens for eggs, and maybe sell them door to door, for about ten years, before this venture even begins to break even.
I could have bought a tractor trailer full of eggs.
But that's not what it's about, is it??
They arrived Monday. 26 little balls of fluff. Half of them are going to my bff's house, when they are bigger, and half are residing here, at Castle Cluck.
There are 5 barred rocks, 5 buff rocks, 5 buff orpingtons, 5 rhode island reds, and 6 araucanas.
But don't try to count them. It's impossible.
Isn't it awesome to see green grass, and green leaves?
I am loving it.
Roy and I walk almost every day. His favorite walk, and mine, is down by the river.
It is blissfully quiet there this time of year.
Summer, not so much.
It is the best place to walk.
I have been wicked busy this week, with the weaving weekend, then the chicks, babysitting the grandbaby, and it's not over yet. I have two little girls that are "itching" to get to the studio to bond with their chicks.
Only problem is, they're not going to want to leave.
Spring and grandchildren and chicks.