In the spring of 2007 our family was invited to visit the farm of my principal to see the baby lambs. All was going very well until I stepped out to spend some time with our daughter exploring the adjoining woodland. We came back to discover that a plot had been (literally) hatched in my absence! We were off to the farm supply store to buy chickens..."For whom?" I asked naively.
I bravely put on a strong defense, making a great kerfuffle of objections, denial, bargaining, etc. But, It was no use. I soon found myself driving home with a box of 6 tiny chicks, $80 in supplies, and a book about raising urban chickens. First piece of advice in the book: NEVER buy chickens without careful planning and preparations at home!
I quickly converted my quiet weekend into a frenzied building project, constructing a pen in our spare bedroom. For several weeks the chicks were a delight for our daughter and a happy distraction as my wife and I worked to close the school year. We had one New Hampshire Red, one Black Australorp, two Barred Plymouth Rocks, and two Araucanas. They made a colorful little flock, and grew quickly under the glow of the heat lamp as the spring progressed.
Then, the crowing started.
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