My husband recently told me if he could have the perfect life he would work full time at his current job and be a weekend farmer.
When he first told me that, I thought that was amazing because we both love being busy. Well little did I know as we continued on with our conversation that he would make his wife (me) work full time maintaining this Farm during the week, shoveling the shit so he could enjoy the farm life after the dirty work was done.
So as any couple we try to compromise on almost everything... however I also almost "win" every time.
So our compromise was that we get chickens to start.... He wanted meat chickens and I wanted laying chickens.. So I could love them and hug them and call one George ! Then I realized that we already had a cat named George, sometimes we lose track of all the names
So we went into the local farm store to "order" only two chickens and walked out with five. Yep, this wife now has five awesome chickens! We got them at a day old and it's unbelievable how fast they grow and develop.
Now, to why we needed five chickens? It came down to math, we had to have a minimum of five chickens. So we got five. These Cute yellow chicks will grow into beautiful white leghorn chickens which should in theory lay an egg a day, omelettes anyone?
As we anxiously waited for our chickens we were trying to figure out names, not like we would be able to keep track of them - but hey, everyone needs a name !
So we are happy to announce the new family members:
Tesla (The husband really wanted a Tesla, and the car was just too expensive)
OR ( Short for Original Recipe)
Chick 4 and Chick 5 we still are working on some names, who would of thought naming so many animals would make it difficult not to choose names that you may want when you start to create a "human family" . Oh the homestead dilemma!
The day I had to go and pick up our chicks, I walked back into the store and gave the lady my name. She looked at me and giggled, I was confused. So I asked Is everything okay? She looked me dead in the eyes and said " that box is yours?" Once again, confused to these comments I asked if I should be scared. Well as another lady walked with the box you could here these chicks throughout this huge store, everyone stopped to stare and the box was literally jumping out of this ladies hand! Yup... Of all chickens we had to get the crazy ones.
Until Next Time, don't be a chicken and enjoy life!