I've always wanted to keep a few chickens at my house and have been tinkering with the idea for several years now. There are a few important obstacles in my way though. First of all, I don't need one more thing to do, take care of, or feed. Next is the issue of building a chicken coop. There certainly are many pretty ones out there to stir the imagination. Then, there are the wild critters that already live in my yard, like the possum who lives under my deck, and the raccoon that lives in the eaves of my garden shed. And last, but not least are my own pets, who would torment them ~ most likely. Beside my two cats, there is Moby, a miniature dachshund.
Now he may look innocent enough, but he tangles with the possum every chance he gets and loves to torment the cats.
This weekend, at The Rural Society Antique & Garden Show, I found the solution to my chicken cravings.
Wha~la. The perfect chicken.
Saw this little lady and knew I just had to have her. She was the answer to all my chicken dreams.
She was the perfect picture of weathered cement.
She looks so lovely resting by the rain barrel, but the best part is, I don't have to feed her or worry about her safety.
I'm a mother of one "out-of-college" daughter, inheritor of one cat,a dog and four chickens, full time medical secretary, gardener, painter of furniture, fixer-upper and handy woman around my house, passionate about decorating, lover of flea markets and yard sales, restorer of old things, but most importantly, a daughter of God. Blogging is a way to journal and share my life, passions, and journey with anyone interested enough to follow along.