I am NOT a bird person. However, I am an egg person (with the right amount of cheese). It’s my weakness for eggs and the vision of a beautiful little variety pack of “home grown” eggs from my own little urban homestead (I think that’s the trendy term), that made me think that somehow I could get past my aversion to beaks and claws. The boys want chickens and I want eggs and Jason just doesn’t want to have anything to do with it…which I heard as a “yes, that’s fine.”
Once I decided the urban farm picture in my head worked better if it included chickens rather than an image of me hopping a fence carrying eggs I lifted from the neighbors, I started to get kind of excited about it. It seems to me if we get the chicks when they are small and furry, maybe I can not be afraid of them when they’re bigger.
I’m already thinking of names too so they don’t seem as scary. Erma.
Plus, look at my super cool chicken coop! How great is that? I now have visions of chickens on the slide! Our chickens are so lucky! YouTube here we come!