Thursday, March 24, 2011

What a chicken!

A few days ago, I told my husband that our CSA farm had just gotten some chickens. I mentioned it to let him know that I was going to be heading over there to buy some eggs.

But every time I mention chickens or eggs, my husband gets a crazy, fearful look in his eyes. I know why. He thinks that this time, I'm going to say I want to raise chickens in the backyard.

You know what? I kind of do. Shhh, don't tell TK. I'll break it to him gently. He's kind of a chicken. With three boys, our house is kind of a dude-fest. Maybe next spring I'll add a couple of chicks to the family.


Amy said...

I would love to have chickens and I think my husband would too, but not where we live now. Actually, I'd love to have a sheep that I could shear then card and spin and knit the wool. A little crazy since I don't know how to do any of that, but we would have to move for any of that to happen.

Small Footprints said...

I think that you and my hubby are related ... lol! This morning, my hubs saw an ad in freecycle for a 6-mo old chicken who was looking for a good, safe (ie won't be eaten) home. We live in an apartment and there just isn't a way but he still gave me sad little puppy dog eyes. Maybe we'll have to move. (tehe)

Nancy said...

That's awesome! LOL!

...don't chickens smell bad..?

Anonymous said...

Love this post! too funny!