Say hello to my little friends…

Hey guys! As you could probably tell by the picture, today’s blog has literally nothing to do with writing, reading, storytelling, plotlines, character development, or publishing. If you don’t want to read about the goings-on in my life, feel free to close this page now (jerk). If you have been drawn in by the adorable faces in the picture below, by all means, read on!

My Partner in Crime and I have welcomed ten tiny new faces to our family: baby chickens!

This little asshole is most likely a rooster--he goes around and pecks his sisters in the eyes. Jerk.

This little asshole is most likely a rooster–he goes around and pecks his sisters in the eyes. Jerk.

This has been in the works for a while. Since we moved to our new house (which is mostly rural and has an acre of land with which we can do whatever we want!), we’ve talked about getting chickens. We’ve also talked about getting ducks, miniature horses, regular-sized horses, goats, and sheep, but the chickens were the only animals my husband would actually agree to. He even went so far as to say he’d buy his own, horse-free house if I brought any kind of equine into the facility. Needless to say, we don’t have the finances to buy another house, so I guess chickens’ll have to do…

(Not that I’m really complaining: I already have three cats and two dogs, and my dogs are practically the same size as a mini-horse anyway.)

That being said, our chickens were supposed to arrive in the middle of June, but we got lucky and they got here a little early! This is awesome, because they are super cute and fit in the palm of my hand and oh my god, I am so excited. It’s less awesome in that we haven’t actually started building a chicken coop yet. Oops.

Luckily, they’re too little for a coop right now. they won’t be old enough to make the big move for another four to six weeks–you know, just enough time for them to get big enough to escape their little brooder in my back room and start to use my carpet as a shitting area. That’s okay. It’s the price you pay for kids, right? Especially ten, feathery kids.

So, for the next four to six weeks, the Partner in Crime and I will be raising baby chicklets, building an awesome chicken coop, and demolishing and redeveloping our bathroom (that’s a long story–one that involves leaking into the basement and a questionable mold). Needless to say, we’re going to be a bit busy. Needless to say again, I haven’t gotten much writing done. Ah, well. Sometimes you gotta do life before you do everything else.

I’m looking forward to the summer, though. Even if I’ll be so busy my writing will have to take a bit of a back seat, it will be worth it. There are awesome and exciting things coming up, and baby chickens are just the start of it. Meanwhile, though, I’ll have some fluffy (albeit terrified) little balls of energy to occupy my time with.



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