Raising chickens runs in both sides of my family. Both my Dad and maternal Granddad use to be involved in showing poultry (prize winning ones of course!) and way back in the early 70's my Dad managed poultry farms. In fact, it was due to chickens that my mum and dad met (via my Granddad). So, I guess you could say that if it wasn't for chickens I wouldn't exist! So, I guess it is only natural that I too should keep chickens.
Thankfully I have only to look after these little guys until the weekend when they will be heading off to Mathilda's Market on a secret mission. I'll be glad when they are gone. They can be such a handful. Especially the little ones. So curious! They are always escaping. I find them in the oddest places. They say they are exploring, but I think it may be more sinister than that. they may look cute, but you can never trust a chicken.
This one thought he was cleverly disguised as a deer
I don't know what this one thought he was doing. Houdini maybe?
Yeah, like chickens can read. Obviously up to no good.
These two made it as far as the back door before I stopped them.
This one made it all the way into the garden. Luckily I was on the look out for escapees.
4 comments:
chuckle, chuckle, or should I say cackle, cackle. You sure did crack me up! ok, ok, enough of the lame jokes...what happened to the other side of your artfully disguised face?
That is the cutest post! Too funny!
I love your chickens- I have had similar one's at my house this week and like you am also eager for them to head to new 'farms' of the organic type of course at mathilda's this weekend....chickens, children, is all a bit much for me this week!!! Looking forward to catching up again...
you have TOO MUCH time on your hands, miss rosalie! which is clearly a good thing, as it entertains me greatly :) xx
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