Extra Extra - Read all about it! "City Boy Turns Country!"

I never thought it would happen, but it has. Brett, the man whose dream home was a high rise looking over a thriving metropolis is now talking chickens. I even heard these words come out of his mouth, "If we ever have more land maybe we'd get a turkey." I know, crazy. Maybe it is the kids that have put him over the brink of sanity. Or me. Either way I love it.






We also just got our first batch of chickens. They aren't just ANY old chickens either (according to my source - who I won't name). Personally, I don't know what they are, but you can ask Brett if you are really interested. He will give you lots of details and even the personality traits that are inherent in each breed. He will inform you about his sadness at not getting a Delaware. Yes, sadness. You will find books about chickens in random crevices of our home. You will hear the chirp of our little friends when you enter our home. Brett even professes, "As for me, they stinketh not." (He did think the chicks that we took care of over spring break stunk, but not HIS babies!)



We also got a hamster on a loan - trial basis. Unbelievable.


Will it be Wranglers next?