My Birkenstocks are shiny; I have silver Birks. The only thing I think they lack are some bling. I'm seriously considering bedazzling them... is that Birkenstock blasphemy? I guess we'll find out at some point...
Anyway, the reason I mention this is so that you can [maybe] better understand what I'm about to tell you...
Real (and alive) chickens! I thought I'd clarify because when I told a friend we bough the chickens, she told me she had some too... only they were dead and frozen in her freezer.
Our chickens move and breathe and chirp... they even have names. I don't plan to eat'em (they are for egg laying only), so why the hell wouldn't I name them!? Plus, names are just fun.
My wee bitty flock now is made of two of each of the following: Barred Rock, Golden Sex Link (Golden Buff), Rhode Island Red, and Deleware ♥
In that same breed order, their names are: Bat-hen (like batman... LOL), Emily, Linda Lovelace (Lovie), Goldie, Jasmine, Bird, Ghost, and Penelope.
Yes, one of the birds is named Bird. That's about as creative as my two year old gets LOL. And Lovie was named by my dad who thought a porn star name was fitting of a bird with the word 'sex' in the breed name - and to top it off, I think she really CAN swallow worms whole! *wink*
8 little baby, 1 week old chicks now reside in my bedroom in an aquarium (or is it now a terrarium since it isn't filled with water? Whatever. It's a glass box. You know what I mean.) until we are forced to bring in the huge 4'x3' dog crate on the 21st, when they'll be 2 weeks old, and that is where they'll stay until they move in to their coop at 8 weeks.
OH - the coop. You know, the big and beautiful and elaborate chicken mansion that is in my back yard? No? Oh, right, we don't have a coop. I have PLANS for a coop, but I hardly think that will work.
In the next few weeks I'll post a step by step post of how the coop came to be, and some pics of my little chirpies growing along with their home :)
In fact, speaking of updates and photos... we've done quite a bit to this house in the year we've been here. Maybe I should share some photos as we go along and complete it? I'm bound and determinned to get what I want, and to do it as cheap [cheep? haha] as possible, scoring lots of materials and home decor from the free section of craig's list. You know, one man's trash is another man's ... headache. It's THIS woman's happiness, but my husband hates it. Whatever, he'll live.
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