Last week, Travis asked me if I wanted some free chickens. Like, chickens? Yah? The short story: A fellow in Shelbyville owns the Gun Lake Grind (a fab coffee shop with large, tasty subs - when in Shelbyville, you must go). This guy is great, very nice and always willing to help, anybody. And he has chickens. And he asked if T if he knew of anyone who wanted chickens. And T said yes, himself.
Ok...where are we going to put said chickens? and we decided on a Super Secret location, figuring it may be better in this instance to ask for forgiveness than permission. We decided to put our coins in the baskets labeled "If you hide them, no one will notice" and also "Eggs'll shut up the orneriest of people". We'll let you know how that works.
Here's Exhibit A (with temporary tarp):
plus Exhibit B:
equals Exhibit C:
Meet our Ladies! They are approximately 1 year old, beautiful Rhode Island Reds. They are proven prolific layers. We're quite excited!
The dogs, as always, are enthused. Rocky could care less, Ginger (we're dogsitting) obviously cares more for us inside, and Banks cares intensely and would like nothing more than to go on a hunting spree.
Oh jaBankers. Not yet, my man. Don'tya dare touch my chickies.
1 comment:
The Ladies look VERY happy!! Of course, so does Banks..... I think he's trying to decide if he prefers white meat, or dark....
Love, Deb
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