We had a hundred chicks show up at our door the other afternoon.
I’m wildly excited.
Our flock of hens had dwindled over the last year until we only had eight layers left in our whole coop.
Eight. Eight, y’all.
Eight hens, when eggs are $6.22 a dozen.
We’re doing weird things for breakfast right now. Chicken sandwiches. Rice and beans. Leftovers.
I miss eggs.
It’ll take a while for these tiny peepers to start laying, but once they do, we’re gonna be snowed under y’all. So many eggs they’ll be coming out our ears.
I can’t wait.
Ramblings of an Obsessive Bookworm 