Wednesday, March 31, 2010
They sell baby chickens, roosters, ducks etc.
They are so adorable!
They are so cute.
All that chirping. All those huddled masses. All that hopping. All those tiny feathers.
One turned out to be a rooster that grew to be 29 pounds.
I had my nightgown on.
So, I had to run around to the front door with the rooster running after me squawking the whole time.
It was a monster.
It was an experiment gone awry.
I still think they are cute as babies.
I love to go see them.
Jeff was worried about me. He thought I'd cave and want some cute little chicks.
They look so cute and innocent now.
But don't let that sweet innocence fool you.
They turn into something else when they grow and they are very very messy!
I've learned my lesson: Some people can handle chickens well and some people can't.
I'm not much of a country girl and I know I can't have chickens (or roosters).