Our weekends have literally been sun-up to sun-down. No exaggerations.

We can't vacation because of the chickens (and future sheep and goats). We have to be around to ensure they have safe drinking water, the electric fence is protecting them, etc.

You'd be surprised what sort of mischief chickens can find. We've had them fly over the fence and get stuck in bushes, eaten by coyotes, one had his head stuck in the little container we carry the eggs in (we couldn't catch him so just around backwards with a tiny bucket stuck on his head), one will get outside the wire and then freak about because it can see the other chickens through the fence. ALL SORTS OF MAYHEM happens when they do this.

Owning 26 chickens is a lot of entertainment (in addition to work).



JYD #123 The great one formerly known as Architect.

I am now a fictional British television police officer (currently a Detective Sgt) at Thames Valley Station. My governor is Detective Inspector Fred Thursday and it’s 1969.