Our newest family members arrived yesterday, to much fanfare.
Meet Laila, Bessie, Molly, Bluey, Eliza, Ada, Spot, and Squeaky (please don’t ask me which one is which because I don’t know!). That’s what you get when you allow your children to name your chickens (prizes for who can guess which child chose which names).
Hannah is a bureaucrat in the making, and promptly wrote a list describing each of the chickens. Today we are going to paint a sign to hang on the chook shed so that everyone who visits the chickens will know their names and what they look like (that will be the highlight of the farm tour).
Growing up we had chickens, but I had zero interest in them. Even now, I can see that they will be good to have (cheap, fresh eggs for breakfast), but I am not in love with them. Unlike Hannah and Meg, who are so excited to have the chickens that they are freaking the chickens out.
Lets see if the excitement continues, once they realise that they have to feed them everyday and collect their eggs (even if they have chook poo on them).
I took this picture of Country Boy. It has nothing to do with this post, but it is a good one of him (I think).