For the record: chickens are a pain in the ass. Baby chickens, anyway. I might soon reconsider my stance on not eating poultry just to be rid of these little demons. Seriously, the kids did give them names like Nugget, Strips, Patty. These are more work than my cockatoos were! Thankfully, not as loud.
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Chickens get easier when they get bigger. Ours are awesome now that they live in the yard shack and not in our coat room! They are evil little creatures when they’re small though…cannibals! Who knew?!
Hang in there, it gets better. I swear!
Miss Margot