I promised my husband I'd reduce the number of chickens we had. I promised myself I'd reduce our numbers so everyone would fit in the main "chicken compound" so we only had one group to feed at chore time. With this last amazing round of warm weather, we finished shuffling chickens around and finally had it down to 20 birds in the main houses/run. The little red coop was cleaned and boarded up - our "just in case" coop.
Then last night our neighbor and friend pulled in with a dozen chickens in the back of his SUV. Someone he knew couldn't keep them and he wanted to know if we could take them.
What person in their right mind would say no to a bunch of perfectly healthy laying hens? Right?
So we put them in the red coop for the night.
My sister called today in the middle of the day. She never does that during the school year. Wanna guess what she wanted?
Someone she knows has a bunch of chickens they can't keep and she wanted to bring them to us.
Wanna guess my answer?
Yeah, I'm going to be swimming in chickens for a while.
Rolling hills that had been vibrant green just weeks ago were now muted in tone, as if they were taking a deep breath before bursting into the song of fall.