...not my chickens, unfortunately.
Isn't he a handsome fellow?
So when did my neighbors become homesteaders?
I've always been the 'different one' around here with my garden and thoughts of homesteading.
I mean, even my nephew says that we are hippies. Really? Ummm...thank you!
Suddenly, the neighbors put in a garden. They started chopping wood for a stove they put in.
Then I heard it. More than a cluck. Less than a crow.
A young rooster making his first attempts to being heard.
Chickens? They now have chickens.
Oh man, I want chickens. So lately, I can pretend. Cause this is my yard.
The chickens come to visit and scratch everyday. Cause we have really good bugs, ya know...in our yard.
Now if I could just get them to leave me some eggs.
Have a pickin' cool Monday,