Well, I’ve been wanting to have chickens again for a few years, and now that we are definitely firmly ensconced back in our house in Brisvegas with another child on the way (and thus no move in sight for the short to medium forseeable future), it seemed a good time.
And fortunately the argument about whether I would actually look after them or not ended with me saying that we will always be able to ‘give them back’ if it doesn’t work out (as they are a lovely gift from some friends who are slightly over-chickened at the moment AND happened to have a spare chicken coop).
So we went and picked them up, and got the coop ready. And you love them. You walk right in and collect the eggs, relish going down to feed them and change the water every morning, and generally say ‘hello’ and ‘bye bye’ to them very loudly and excitedly whenever we visit.
You haven’t quite got the hang of handling eggs yet, but you’ll get there…
and our two lovely chickens are starting to love you and have been producing two eggs a day.
p.s. pity you can’t stand eggs to eat…