So, I’ve been in an I-want-chickens kind of … mood? for a while, as, you know, their poop makes great fertilizer and they can take care of garden scraps and they lay eggs and they taste delicious.
We’re visiting Bethany‘s friend Erin, about an hour south of Portland. She’s living in my dream home: large, beautiful house, giant yard, chickens, fruit trees, garden, great view, in the country. I might just move in with them. And send for my family.
Also? I’M HOLDING A CHICKEN.