|This is Myrtle, our Golden Laced Wyandotte.|
Eventually, we were given a coop from a family member. We refurb-ed it and bought the first of our hens. We loved them! We fed them, we watered them, we shoveled their (abundant) poop and we were rewarded with our first egg!
Now, I realize that I am addicted. In three short months I went from a passing interest to a full blown addiction. Four hens turned into six... OK! I have eight. Shh... I haven't told The Hubby. I'm trying to figure out how to expand my coop and talk my neighbor into allowing MY chickens to have a chicken tunnel through HER yard. I troll the chicken boards (Yes, there is such a thing, even I'm disturbed that I know this.) looking for new breeds, new feed types, and recipes for cupcakes for chickens! (Don't worry. I'll post my own version of the recipe soon.)
I just want ALL the chickens! Is that too much to ask?