Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Bathroom Chickens

This past summer, Son4 and I made chickens on the bathroom vanity top.  As unsavory as this may be, it's an improvement over the year I raised hatchery chicks in the living room for three weeks (two weeks too long), removing them barely in time to host the Thanksgiving feast.  Well, I wanted to get to watch them.  Been there, done that, and won't EVER do it again.  *grimace*

The bathroom chicken-making venture was a success.  Twice.  And since our roo-to-hen ratio is a bit askew, we'll be doing it again in the late spring.

All sired by Jamael, a black star rooster, with mamas unknown within a varied breed flock, discovering what flavors they'd be when grown was a treat.

Every word of God is pure: he is a shield unto them that put their trust in him.  Add thou not unto his words, lest he reprove thee, and thou be found a liar.  Proverbs 30:5, 6

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