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.
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.
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