Well, it sounded like a good idea when we first discussed it. We would have fresh eggs daily from our cute little chickens and let them FREE RANGE. We would be eating so healthy!
We've changed our minds.
Those 'used-to-be-cute' chickens had 14 acres to wander to their hearts' content and wouldn't you know it, they decided to torment me by staying within 20 yards of my front door. They dug in my flower beds every few minutes and left their calling cards all over the front porch, walkway and drive. We couldn't walk anywhere without stepping in it.
No, it was a bad idea, a very, very bad idea.
I told my husband that we looked like the Beverly Hillbillies and something really needed to be done with the chickens. I was embarrassed to have visitors! But he has his own list of priorities...
Well, about a week ago, those nasty, nasty birds discovered the garden. Now the garden is my husband's pet project. No ones messes with his garden, not even chickens. When he found his precious cucumbers and watermelons being eaten up he decided something needed to be done with those gluttonous creatures.
I secretly gave a sigh of relief.
They are now 'contained' in a large fenced area. Thanks to GOOGLE, I spent the last two days clipping their wings so they couldn't fly over the sides.
I'm giddy with satisfaction.
PS. (For all of you folks who are just dying to move out to the country and 'live off the land,' it's really hard work!)