When I was in middle school, we had to take an aptitude test naming what fields we were most closely wired towards. My highest scoring category involved occupations such as forest ranger, farmer, etc. My family took immediate and lasting pleasure in teasing me about being "farmer girl". All their teasing never turned into fruition until this week, when I became the proud owner of 4 baby chicks!
My first memory involving chickens is when I was very young. I visited my mother's friend's farm, and she had some chickens. There is a picture of little me holding a chicken, and I LOVED it. While always a fond memory, I never thought much about chickens until I moved to Washington. Every spring at our local library there were seminars on raising backyard chickens. I never made it to one of these seminars, but the posters always piqued my interest and I thought it would be very cool to have a few chickens.
The past two years I have visited my sister-in-law in New Hampshire, who is also a chicken owner. On last year's visit, I helped feed them and gather their eggs, loving every second of it. This past visit, she picked up 1 day old baby chicks, which I was immediately enamored with! She educated me on different breeds (more than you would imagine), the care involved, and egg production. She also tried to send a couple home with my husband, but no poultry were allowed on the plane.
So, two days ago, we went to the feed store and picked up these adorable little ladies. The chicken adventure begins!
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Your mom, Aunt Kathleen, and I had chickens one year for a 4-H project, although your mom doesn't really remember that. She's telling me that she repressed that memory! I had a Bantam rooster named Chechov (sp?) after the character I was in love with on Star Trek, the tv series. Your mom and Aunt Kathleen had the girl chicks from what I can remember. That would have been some time between 1969 and 1970!
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