Chickens

My husband and parents keep asking me what I want for my birthday.

I’d like to play tennis or maybe take a hike. I have everything I ever wanted, so I don’t really want any gifts.

Well, there is one thing.

I want chickens. I want backyard chickens for eggs and for fun. I’d love to have fresh eggs every day, and nothing feeds your flowers quite like chicken poop. My dream is to get the Araucana chicks that are a day old from McMurray along with a nice hutch for them.

I’ve been asking Mr. G to let me have chickens (just a few maybe 2-4) for the past five years or so. I’m pretty sure he’s still thinking he’s against it, but Mom and Dad, if you want to make me really happy for my 40th Birthday, you’d change his mind. And, no, I have no clue how to get him to change his mind.

I just thought that public begging might work.