I used to buy 3 dozen eggs a week from a local farm stand where the birds were free ranged. One day, the seller asked Hubby, "What does she do with all those eggs?" Hubby replied, "She eats them."
So, yeah, I love eggs.
I've wanted to have a few chickens in my backyard long before it was the trendy, hipster thing to do. For years and years I've dreamed about a few little hens in my lawn, laying me little white treasures every day. But I never really had the right piece of property to do it.
Now, it looks like I'll get my wish.
I've made it very clear to Hubby that the only thing I want for my birthday is a chicken coop and chickens. I've noticed him researching them online, so things are lookin' good!
If we're ever in a shit+fan situation, I know I'm going to appreciate the chickens in my backyard. Aside from the benefit of fresh eggs, we'll also be able to use them for meat. And my cousin (just a stone's throw away) has roosters. So if I must, I can always breed chickens and sell them for income/barter.
I can't wait to get some happy hens!
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Good for you and Happy Birthday! There is nothing as satisfying as having your own fresh eggs right from your own hens. And they are great garbage disposers too! Mine love those kitchen scraps!
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