We've had 5 chickens for about a year now. It's been great. We adopted them from a friend's Aunt who had to sell her house, yadda yadda. We accidentally acquired a rooster. He's great too. The only problem is that although sweet and gentle, this little flock is pretty skittish. They were mostly left to their own devices and they aren't the chickens that come when called. However, they do put themselves to bed each night, quite punctually.
So, we decided to start another flock. The original crew resides at my studio and since buying a house, we've decided it's time for a new flock. We bought 6 chicks. We got 7. Of course. As I was picking out 3 of each of the 2 breeds I wanted (Buff Orpington & Araucana), I noticed one little chick with a really fucked up bulging eye. I notified the IFA (Intermountain Farmers Association) sales woman of the unfortunate chick. She handed the little bird to a 15 year old, gruff, teenaged-girl associate, and said, "will you see about this ones eye?" The girl returned about 2 minutes later declaring that she had removed some shell from its eye and ripped off part of its lens and that it would be blind in that eye forever. In unison they turned to me and said, "You wanna taker home?" I'd be the worst fucking human in the world had I not taken the damn charity chicken. So, alas, we paid for 6, and got 7. We named her Lisa Left Eye Lopez. She's pretty damn cool, even though when we first put her in the pen, she only turned in circles. Tragic. Anyway, come fall, these hussies will be spittin' out the goods. Go farm!
