I never intended to write this down…
There were two reasons I started keeping chickens. The first was that my fiancée wouldn’t let me have a pet bird in the house, so I needed to work around that. Unfortunately for him the chickens did end up being in the house for about 8 weeks during which I raised them in a rubermaid tote in our second floor bathtub that was in process of being replaced. The second reason I wanted chickens was that store bought eggs made me a little nauseous. I think that problem was directly related to the terrible documentaries and photos I had seen on battery farms. Luckily I now do not need to entertain myself by watching icky TV documentaries- I can just poke my head out the back door toss a piece of bacon in the chicken run and watch some good ole chicken football.
I am hoping by writing some of my hopes and dreams I fully realize how important they really are to me and it encourages me to strive to continue to follow my ambitions. In the meantime I hope you will find some entertaining antic-dotes about raising chickens, traveling, reading, and coming to grips with who I am. I hope that by writing my story down, you may participate in it. In a world of instant gratification and instant information, it will encourage me to write when I remind myself that I will be able to slow down and, after time, look back on the experiences that I write about....
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