For years while I was dreaming about having my own garden, I also dreamt of egg laying chickens frolicking in the yard and being able to simply go and get fresh eggs everyday. It was a "city girl wanting a country life" type of dream and the reality of chickens never happened (not yet anyway). But lo and behold, the next best thing to actually owning chickens is your friendly neighbors owning chickens.
That is what happened last week in the neighborhood. My good friends and neighbors bought three beautiful chickens. Handy Tod built the chicken coop and I had the pleasure of finding the first egg when his wife Molly and I ventured out in the rain to check on them. The kids were beside themselves and Jacob started to point across the street and saying "bok bok bok". Now all Molly and Tod have to do is become chicken experts and I suspect will be supplying all us close friends (wink wink) with fresh eggs. They have named the new members of their family Kennie and Toddie.
That is what happened last week in the neighborhood. My good friends and neighbors bought three beautiful chickens. Handy Tod built the chicken coop and I had the pleasure of finding the first egg when his wife Molly and I ventured out in the rain to check on them. The kids were beside themselves and Jacob started to point across the street and saying "bok bok bok". Now all Molly and Tod have to do is become chicken experts and I suspect will be supplying all us close friends (wink wink) with fresh eggs. They have named the new members of their family Kennie and Toddie.
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