We picked up our chickens this weekend. 14 noisy, messy, peeping adorable balls of feathers. Since it's only starting to warm up, the little buggers have taken up residence in the dining room until they are big enough to go to the coop.
The boys think they're great and can't wait to get their little mitts on them so instead of working, I've been running pass-interference on the toddlers. I'm really looking forward to having the chickens out by the garden, scratching around, and just being chickens. It's kind of been a life-long goal of mine to have chickens. Moreso, to have a place big enough to have chickens. Score one for the rural life.