of raising chicks just for all the photographic possibilities.
And that would be completely fair. I think it was this photo last fall that got my gears spinning:
and Gabe’s birthday photos sealed the deal.
But I don’t just love them for their looks. We’ve found ourselves in the midst of a growing trend of urban chickens. One friend after another has confessed their interest in hens’ cheery personalities, gardening prowess and delectable fresh eggs. Have you ever tasted the difference between a fresh egg and store-bought? It’s like the difference between grocery tomatoes and straight off the vine.
Ah, who am I kidding? Who cares about bug-free gardens and omelettes? It’s all about the cute factor. 😉