R.I.P LaKiesha. Gina's baby chicky chick died over the weekend and it makes me sad. I never got to hold her, or even confirm it was a hen, but I really felt like things were moving forward whenever she came into our lives... watching her sleep under the heat lamp, a little black tuft of feathers. I love where I live and don't plan on moving anytime soon, but I really wish I had a bigger yard so I could have my own chickens. In the meantime, I'll just keep my girls at Gina's and send chicken-support every month...weekly visits and summer trips to Disney World. That's how I grew up and I'm a wholesome hen now, so it shouldn't be too damaging to my Martha.
|Martha needs a nice little neckerchief to compliment her gold|