Cluck, cluck, cliche

Earlier last week New Urban Habitat posted this and boy, did it have a familiar ring to it. In our home, there are half a dozen, okay, a dozen or so of my projects I’ve started littered around the house. Green, Green always sees things through. When he suggests a project he sees it through within a reasonable time period. Enter the idea of keeping chickens. Yeah, everyone and their grandmother is doing the urban chicken thing, doesn’t mean it is a bad idea.

About 18 months ago we had opportunity to housesit for a friend’s mum in the San Francisco area and look after their hens. It was wonderful. At the time we discussed keeping our own hens and then a neighbour, and then a friend also shared their chicken coop love. Green, a farm boy still at heart, was all over it. This weekend we finally took the plunge and now have five chicks a week old or under. Two Rhode Island Reds and three Buff Orpingtons. There are threats of more to come, but seeing as the coop isn’t ready yet, I’m begging for a stay on that matter.

Cluck, cluck



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8 responses to “Cluck, cluck, cliche

  1. Kelly

    Hooray, welcome to the wonderful world of chickens! I hope you love your “girls” as much as we do 🙂

  2. Oh, I want chickens SO BAD! Sadly my husband is just not on board. I hope that you enjoy yours, and that you get many delicious eggs. 🙂

  3. Julia

    Chickens. I told you what I think about chickens.

  4. littlehousesouthernprairie

    Can’t wait for an update! I’d like chickens but our neighbors would kill us. They already turn us in to animal control every time our dogs bark.

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