Upon hearing that we are raising chickens people give me a quizzical look– “But, why?”
They wouldn’t have to ask if they glimpsed my hens strolling the yard, clucking and gossiping.
Or if they spied Gabriel introducing Delilah to Baby Bear.
And they would probably check the nesting boxes every day, just like Xander.
The golden hen, Abby, is our champion layer at six eggs this week. They were delicious. We are still waiting for Patty and Delilah to supplement our breakfast.