A short time after we moved here, Jack and Mitch began pestering me to agree to getting some chickens. "No, they stink." I said.
The next summer, we had six baby chicks. They grew into big fat hens, and you know what? They stink.
Next, Mitch and Jack decided we needed a rooster so they chickens would be motivated to lay more eggs, because nothing motivates a girl to have babies like having a guy bossing her around. "No, they make too much noise," I said.
Yesterday was a big day for our chickens. One of the hens laid our first egg. Yay! Sadly, though, a hawk got one of the hens. Boo! That evening, Mitch brought home a rooster donated by his assistant and chicken goddess, Linda. And he's cute. Yay!
Henry named him Hef. Yeah, like that Hef.
But he makes too much noise.
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