Reality: obnoxious rooster crows at 3 am because he's a little off on the time thing; children fight over who gets to carry the basket, and race to the hen house, thus scaring the chickens into pooping or loosing their feathers... or both; same children have to gingerly pick their way across the copperhead infested field cuz we haven't bush-hogged in a while; children let chickens out, and Fat Annie has a fresh chicken dinner... and it ain't courtesy of KFC! Said children hop, skip, and jump through the field of doom and spill any eggs they have collected, necessitating a trip to the market for non-farm fresh eggs.
Yep. THis is gonna be great!!!
Now, on to the garden...
2 comments:
Ohhhhh, too funny. :) We did that last year. It was a funny sight to behold. Both boys come back into the house SCREAMING because a cat got into the fence, poor thing was trying to get out, and they thought that she was trying to kill their chickens. (What she was really after was the chickenFEED.:) They both come screaming out of the house with various weapons (think baseball bats, ect.) wanting to "destroy everything" that was trying to hurt their chickens. Another day, we were shutting them in at night, and a snake was wrapped around one of them trying to eat it. James comes strutting into the coop, playing E.M.T, and tries to rescue one of the little chickens he has tried to raise since their first day. He courageously attempts to pull the snake off of the chicken which is still alive (but gasping), and succeeds in pulling the snake in TWO. :) Yes, Katie, you are in for fun, fun, fun.
P.S. The chicken that was rescued from an untimely demise not only lived to tell about it, but would rub up on James like a cat in gratitude afterward. :)
Now that's some serious fun! Sooo not looking forward to that, but alas, must continue with the chicken quest, as have set my mind upon the provincial life!
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