What's a farm without chickens? This week I intend to order some chicks from McMurray's Hatchery.
I meant to do it a few months ago, but I'm kind of... well... chicken.
You see, I think that I would be great at feeding them every day, and moving their pen around the yard, and checking for eggs twice a day.
But I'm not really that responsible. In my wildest imagination I am.
I can see myself now...
Louis Pierre Verwee (1807-1877, La Provende des Poules)
I'd look great in a bonnet.
Um... actually... when I imagine myself with chickens... this is more the image that comes to mind...
Lord Frederick Leighton (1830-1896, A Girl Feeding Peacocks)
I'm off to the grocery store... eggs are on sale.