I have a farm…in my house. Yes, you read that right, a farm. Not only do I have several flats of little seedlings waiting to be planted in my veggie garden, which are currently cluttering my kitchen counters, but I also have fowl. Again, yes, in my house. I’ve always wanted chickens. Ever since I was little, I’ve had some romanticized idea about going out to the chicken coop and gathering fresh eggs. Well, in approximately 5 more months my dreams will become reality! At this time I will not only have chicken eggs, but duck eggs as well. A couple months back, Eric finally caved in and agreed to let us get some chickens. Thanks to my Aunt’s encouragement, he also agreed to a duck. Now, I have had ducks before. I had 5 mallards when I was young although, they didn’t care for me in the slightest. I still love their cute webbed feet and quack beaks though, so I was excited about this newest agreement as well. So, a couple weeks later we picked out our first chicken coop and almost 4 weeks ago we skipped down to the farm store and bought one chicken and one duck. The girls and I had searched online and each picked out a different breed of chicken. Anne’s chicken and the duck came in at the same time and mine and Grace’s chickens came in a few weeks later. Eric claimed the duck as his to name, since the girls and I each had our own chicken, so he promptly christened it with the name “Dinner”. He thought the name was highly amusing but Anne in particular, was missing the sarcasm. She spent a couple of days lamenting that she didn’t want daddy to eat the duck until Eric finally gave in and changed the name. Now our female duck, which will one day have pristine white feathers and a cheery orange beak, is known as Conan, yes as in Conan the Barbarian or more appropriately, Conan the Duckbarian, as I like to say! Anne changed her chicks name almost everyday for a week. We went through Snakey (don’t even ask), to Mommy (it’s nice to be appreciated), to Barbie Secrets, until she settled on Chick Chick. Conan and Chick Chick are currently enjoying their living arrangements in a large cage in the family room, as we have to keep them inside for 6-8 weeks and Grace’s chick, Carmela and my chick, Princess Tigerlilly were having a lovely time residing in our laundry room sink until they became too big and have now also aquired accomodations in the family room. My house smells like a farm and sounds like a bunch of dogs squeezing their squeaky toys over and over and over and over… you get the idea. Its not too terribly bad when you’ve gotten used to it. Of course we’ve had salespeople coming in and out of the house for the last week giving us estimates on new countertops. I apologize for the house smelling like a farm, but they claim it doesn’t… Frickin suck ups trying to get me to buy their counters! I know good and well it stinks. I would have respected them alot more if they’d brushed it off instead of straight up lying about it! Oh the things people will say for a dollar! Oh well, life in my little farm house goes on! One day soon the only fowl in the house will be Eric and Aspens foul smelling gas! I think I need to go ahead and buy stock in Lysol, regardless!
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