Tuesday, August 11, 2009
The Ladies
The ladies are just about four weeks old, fully feathered and living outside. They've got their grass, some tasty bugs, and the sunshine - except for when it rains. They're not the sharpest knives in the drawer and chicken feet have to be among the ugliest feet going. Ugh. But these creatures have their place and I like to think that they're just a little happy where they are for the short time that they're here.
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Ya. They look happy.
Whatever gets you through the night...
*runs*
You're helpful.
What happened to those cute, yellow, fluff balls? Are the kids still picking them up?
Hi Marian - they went and grew up. Kids don't have much use for them anymore. Of course, the electric fence may have something to do with that, too.
You didn't name the chickens did you?
One of them is named Stu. We went with kind of an Italian name for one of them...Caccia Tory. And then there's Barbie Q., Mary Nated, Cordon Bleu (pretty French name) and, well, you get it...
Oh. And Ace. We named one Ace.
Oh. No. You. Di'int!
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