Chicken Stories

Fresh eggs for breakfast anyone?

One morning last week, G accompanied me to the two chicken coops. We went to take care of the little chicks first. Meanwhile the big girls were next door fussing and gripping. G turned around and yelled to them, "You people would never make it in a commercial chicken farm, in that cramped up space!"














And this last photo is of Tuxcedo, G's white Americauna. She looks sort of scarry here, but all in all and nice little chick.