Sunday, May 22, 2011
My chicken loving men.
We let the "teenagers" out into the yard with the "grown-ups" this past week. The boys jumped right in to help.
Look at those FFA's in training.....
Mom, hurry up! We've got to move the new ones to the back 40 before cheese sticks and juice.
Andy and Cole with a naked neck. I'm sure Farmer Andy has it named and knows which way she like her pellets. To me, she's....a chicken.Look at you, Logan. You're a natural.
You won't remember this traumatic day. It's like when you drop your kid on its head reaching for a doughnut. It doesn't remember. You can laugh about it for years down the road. Just make it through today and the next time they reach for you with that "helpful" gleam in their eye, you'll run faster, huh?
Sincerely, THE mother hen
"Ughhh,....mom! Hurry up and take your pictures. I'm a chicken farmer
I have to get back to work. The chickens aren't going to walk around
all by themselves. We need to do the serious work of moving the
chickens around the yard.