Yep. You guessed it. MORE chickens. I know. I know. But I promise we are done now. Probably. You see, it all started when I saw a picture of a Frizzle and I knew I had to have one. They are soooooooo cute. See?
Seriously. How could you not love that? So Robbie reserved one for me (see how we have learned from the past?) and yesterday we brought her home. 1 day old and sooooooo cute. Meet Pinkie Gladys Gutzman.
The problem is that Pinkie Gladys Gutzman is so much smaller than the rest of the babies so she has to be in her own Rubbermaid. And she was lonely. So today we brought home a sister for her. Snow Bronco. I think we will live to regret that name but it was late and the kids were tired and Abby wanted Bronco and Ben wanted Snowball and there were tears involved so Robbie made an executive decision...which was way better than going to get another chicken to be "fair". I actually would have voted for Robbie's name, Winner Winner.
So now, we are probably definitely most likely done. Because now we have Francis, Taco, Aleena, Black Bean, Tinkerbelle, Stinkerbelle, Jackpot, Charlotte, Shirley, Pinkie Gladys Gutzman, and Snow Bronco. 11 chickens. I feel like we are kind of on the verge of being the Crazy Chicken People. Or maybe "on the verge" is a bit conservative. At any rate, here we are. Two parents, two kids and eleven chickens. One BIG happy family. Yeah, I'm pretty sure we are done with babies.
considering your track record with chickens, it is probably good you went big.
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