We’re farmers.  We have stock.  And my family has taken to calling me the chicken whisperer.  Funny that they didn’t believe that I grew up on a farm in Iowa.  My dad owned a sale barn, a livestock auction.  Of course we had chickens … and a huge, beastly turkey, and ducks with peg-feet (frozen off in winter puddles).  In one of my foster homes, we also raised chicks and then butchered them for the freezer.  Yeah, I was around chickens a lot in my youth.  And my kids didn’t believe me!

But, they do, now!

Yup, we’re chicken farmers. 

The girls – who have been named Ying & Yang (though I have no clue which is which)

The King of his Coop – Ryann – and he let’s us know he’s in charge, too!

The Fruits of the Girls’ labor – lovely, brown eggs.