(my chicks dreaming of digging in the pinestraw outside of their pen)
This week, my husband and I repainted our kitchen. When we were done, I told my husband that I wanted to get a chicken painting to go on one of the walls. He looked at me with raised eyebrows and said, "I will not allow you to become a crazy chicken lady!" I was thinking to myself that it was already too late. And as soon as Christmas is over, I plan on looking for that prefect chicken painting!
(Whitey - with a dirty beak and beard. The hazards of her new freedom adventure digging in the pine straw and the downside of being a white chicken.)