My kitchen seems to have collected chickens in it, without my intentionally meaning to go with a chicken theme in my decor. I have a number of chicken figurines tucked into nooks and crannies, between the logs, and wherever else I can squeeze them without it looking too cluttered.
(ok, sadly I just uploaded the pictures and when it appeared Malcolm asked me what it was a picture of. "My kitchen" I say. And he responds, "oh I live there!" Its time to go home if one doesn't even recognize ones own home!)
Back to chickens...
....who provide her with yummy home produced eggs as well as companionship and entertainment.
Growing up, I always enjoyed having chickens around. We had a few off and on, and Gran'ma, who lived next door to us always had a flock. So you see, I come by my fascination with the birds naturally. Its hereditary!
It seems, that though I always thought it was just us girls, my Dad has either harbored or developed an interest in chickens as well. Earlier in the year he nabbed a threesome of banties at a flea market or farmers market or something, and came home with them. He came home and proceeded to divide the chicken yard and house so that each flock had their own turf.
I love my parents chickens!
Mom has another chicken that she keeps in the house. Its a chicken that I love....a LOT!