All Those Posts I Meant To Do - Winner Winner Chicken Dinner

WE HAVE CHICKENS! Boock, bock, bock, bock, booock booock. That was chicken talk. You never knew I could speak chicken, did ya? Well I can. And I can speak it well. I can do a near perfect chicken imitation. I talk to my ladies every day in their native tongue. We got them during the summer. Our neighbors got a whole flock of little baby chicks and when they got all growed up, they let us have four of them. My kids were so excited, lemmetellya. They spent all summer playing with their chickens. Poor kids who's mean old mother would never let them have a pet before. Now they each have their own pet. They have named them. These are their chickens names:

Addy: Niki the Chickie
Aubrey: Julie
Emily: Stephanie
Zac: Chickenzilla

They can tell them apart, me, not so much. The first few weeks we had them, all the eggs stacked up in the fridge because everyone was to "chicken" to eat them. I remember the first time I made scrambled eggs from the chicken eggs. First of all, Aubrey was absolutely horrified. She looked at me like I was a murderer and said, "WE ARE GOING TO EAT THE EGGS!" I think she thought we were just gonna let them hatch and have 70 million chickens running around here. Steve and Zac ate them, no problem. The girls maybe tried one bite. I don't think I was even able to muster up enough courage to take a bite. But we got over that real quick. Now, we never have enough eggs. And when my sister was in town and we had to buy eggs from the store, it was so weird to me. First of all, store bought eggs have no color. Second of all, they have no taste. I don't think I can ever go back to store bought eggs.



It took me a while to get used to the fact that my children were going to be touching the chickens. The first few days, they would come inside after playing with them and I would make them change clothes and scrub their arms all the way up. (Anyone out there still wondering why I've never let my kids have a pet?) But after a few days of craziness, I finally told myself, "Self, there are a lot of people out there with all kinds of pets. And when they touch their pet, they don't have to go through a biochemical spray down to come back in the house."



These are some things we have learned about chickens in the last 6 months. Chickens are not so smart. Chickens can be very mean to each other. If you give them, say 70 grapes, they don't understand that they can each have their own. No. They fight over one grape. It's pretty entertaining to watch. Chickens poop a whole dang lot. And their favorite place to poop is my patio. All of these things and more make me crazy on a daily basis, but hey, my kids make me crazy too and I still love them.

This is one of my favorite pictures:

Addy and Niki the Chickie

This is where Aubrey spent a good part of her summer

Emily and Stephanie

We haven't had too many strange eggs. Just one so far with a double yolk. And one day one of the ladies dropped this in the middle of the yard. An egg with no shell.