I want chickens. Everywhere I look I see really groovy chicken coops, cute chicks following mama hens. Hubby is totally against the idea, he says I'm too busy...and he's right. The kitchen remodel is still hanging in the balance. There is a garden to be weeded and planted. The cabin is a work in progress. There is a half-finished waterfall in the back yard.
Monday was the frosting on the cake, we were standing in line to board our plane on the way home from vacation...and there were chickens on the runway. I think they're trying to tell me they want to come live at my house.