July 18, 2011

Chicken Little

Okay, I'm the first one to admit that I may be a tad obsessed with my animals. But, I don't think that's a bad thing. Yes, I talk to them and try to rationalize with them. Yes, my dogs have their own car seat. Yes, the last two chicks I got slept with me for the first couple of nights (they wouldn't stop peeping unless they were curled up on my neck). Maybe I'm turning into that crazy lady on the block who all of the kids are afraid of, I don't know. What I do know is that I have the four best chickens around. Each one of them has their own distinct personality, likes and dislikes and mannerisms. I am one lucky chicken mama...

She is my little coo-er and a blueberry addict. Danny loves sitting on my shoulder and likes to peck at her sister, Sasha. No flower pot is safe when she is around.

If you're a Grease fan, you would know that she was brought home at the same time as Danny. She is a sassy-pants and the head honcho. If I sit down outside, she will find a way to get on my lap. Sandy is absolutely a mama's girl, but she won't hesitate to snap at me if I do something she doesn't like.

My little gentle giant. She is by far the biggest of my chickens. You can actually hear her stomping on the deck. And yet she is the sweetest thing ever. Buffy loves following my dog, Ruby, around and being held.

She is my little trickster. When Sasha was a chick, she actually jumped on my dog's back and rode her around like a horse. It was one of the funniest things I've ever seen! She got her name because for some reason, I could see her as a Russian spy. Sasha was the first thing that popped into my head.

As far as I'm concerned, everyone should have chickens. If you are interested in becoming a chicken parent, definitely check out Urban Farm Store on 20th and Belmont. These people are gurus of backyard chickens, gardening, canning, etc. I get all of my supplies and chicks from them.


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