Last year when we were still dating my husband decided that he would take full advantage of the 4 1/2 acres and barn my parents own. He bought 25 baby chicks, built a chicken pen in the barn and a run out into the field. He loved those chickens with all his heart. In fact he was obsessed with them. Any spare minute was spent "chicken whispering" as my family calls it.
The night before our wedding we had our wedding dinner. After dinner we were running around getting stuff ready for the reception. Trevor went off to do something for me. After awhile I realized that he was taking way too long. Sure enough I went out to the barn and there he was building a ramp up to the nesting boxes for his chickens. My reaction was that of any bride under lots of stress :S I eventually laughed about it. Eventually being the keyword. Little did I realize at that moment what I really was in for.
Skip ahead a year.
Last Friday my husband and dad went up to Salt Lake to get some more chicks. They came home with a hundred and three to be exact. 103. So now the little flock has grown to over a hundred and twenty five chickens ranging in size from a enourmous annoying rooster to the cutest little mini chick you have ever seen.
(This isn't actually my hand. It is some random person on google.)
Oh the chicks are cute right now but give it a couple weeks and they will grow and be between fuzz and feathers which makes them not so cute. My mom said to me the other day, "You know he married you for the barn?" Yup mom I know.
Come August when all the new chicks start laying we will have major amounts of eggs. When I say major I am talking MAJOR. Last year with the flock of twenty five chicks we were getting over twenty dozen eggs a week. Now add one hundred more chickens and BAM! Omelets galore!
Oh and I also have two incubators in the second bedroom of my apartment. Give it twenty days and I may have some baby chicks hatching in my apartment!
So if anybody out there wants some real fresh eggs CLICK HERE!
