Chicken Diary: Entry 2

            I grew up in an allergic household. We never had dog or a cat. But when I became a latch-key child in 4th grade – welcome to the ‘80s — I begged so loudly for an animal that my parents consented to a guinea pig. She had orange hair and a deafening squeak, andContinue reading “Chicken Diary: Entry 2”

Chicken Diary: Entry 1

  We have chicks. Four of them. This happened spontaneously, in a way: After nearly a year of hemming and hawing, visiting neighbors’ chickens and doing leisurely online searches, Dan came to me early last Saturday morning and said, “Let’s do it before I talk myself out of it.” He had found a feed storeContinue reading “Chicken Diary: Entry 1”