Chickens?

I don’t know how I feel about this chicken business.

I’ve been talked into having hens. I resisted for a number of years, but have finally caved. Now there are four chickens in my garage, waiting for a coop to be built.

It’s for the kids, ultimately. And when my son discovered the first egg, a mere two hours after bringing them home, his excitement reminded me why they are here.

That, and fresh eggs for breakfast.