Kind of like potato chips
Well I'm finally mixing the baby chickens with the big girls this weekend. At this point in time ALL of them have to spend part of the day behind a fence to minimze damage to the newly planted corn. I must say they hate this, but sure as shit, the first thing they do when they get out is usually to run to pappa's wheat and corn field to scratch! Gah! Beasties.
Will ya look at all these? I'm starting to feel like one of those eccentric cat ladies, only with chickens... What happens if those eggs under blonde momma really do hatch and live? Aye carumba.
Will ya look at all these? I'm starting to feel like one of those eccentric cat ladies, only with chickens... What happens if those eggs under blonde momma really do hatch and live? Aye carumba.
