Yeah. Chickens.
I never gave a flip about chickens before. I hated them. I didn't even like KFC. Give me good 'ol beef anyday. Keep your chicken. But something weird, something wonderful and very strange came over me when City Boy and I were looking at buying our new home here in the Ozarks. A lightbulb flashed in my head and I blurted:"I wanna keep livestock! No. No, wait! I wanna get chickens"
City Boy didn't have much to say about this. He knew in his heart that there was no way I would ever get chickens. I didn't like chicken. Ever.
I bought my chickens from some local Mennonites. I came home with five - 1 year old Buff orphington hens in a borrowed cage and some chicken feed. I called City Boy at work...City Boy: "Hello."
"Hi honey." in a sugary-sweet voice "Are you going to be working late today?"
City Boy: "Not today. Why?" pause "What do you want?"
"Nothing really. I just need you to build a chicken coop when you get home. These girls can't stay in this cage for long cause I need to give it back to the Mennonite folks."
City Boy: "Huh? Girls? What cage?"
He knew in his heart I'd never get chickens. Ever.
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