I didn't realize it has been over a week since I posted any messages. I've been busy getting ready for the chickens. Cleaning out the barn and getting the fencing up. Every time I tell someone I am getting chickens they look at me like I have gone insane. "Why would you want chickens?" Why not! They are one of the few pets that can not only give you food, but they are food. Your dog doesn't poop out eggs. If you get tired of it you can't eat it. Well in some countries I guess they do. When I go to the barn I feel like that mom on little house on the prairie. You know, living off the land, working from sun up to sun down to provide for your family, sweating and shoveling......Then when I can finally relax and feel satisfied with all of my labor and hard work I go to Starbucks for a Grande Skinny Carmel Latte.
I think I still have a strong nurturing instinct so I guess I'm not completely menopausal. My kids however, don't really want or need to be nurtured anymore, Joe is already nurtured to the max. I nurture the grand kids when they are here but then their parent come and rip them from my loving arms. So.....I need something that is just mine to take care of and feed and well; nurture! So, why not chickens! Oh, and if any predator comes to harm my chickens I will blow their freakin heads off with my pink pistol. How's that for nurturing!
