However, as much as I try and tryI cant quite drown out the sounds of my middle childs project. (And believe me Ive tried!)
Thats because Zoe was required to raise chickens.
Thats right we skipped right over the summer reading list or perfecting the backstroke and went straight to livestock!
We are one of those families that lives in the countrybut isnt quite sure what we are supposed to be doing out here.
So, we bought a chicken coop, painted it and named our chicks The Chicken Nugget Gang. We named each and every one of them, my favorite chick being Little Jerry Seinfeld.
So, let me enlighten those of you who may have a yearning for country living.
Chicks are super cute when they are little. Your kids will hold them and cuddle them and you will be able to Facebook the most adorable photos of your picture perfect life.
But before you know it, the chicks grow up.
And when they dothey become fat, filthy, fowl!
Thats because all they do is eat and eat and eat, which also means that The Chicken Nugget Gang has defecated over every square inch of my beautifully, painted chicken coop.
Not to mention that they are Angry Birds times 1000!
The Cripps and the Bloods have nothing on our gang! They are mean as heck and have drawn blood from 2 of our 3 children. The only reason they havent attacked my youngest is because he absolutely refuses to tend to them.
That was Zoes project, not mine, he can be heard screaming as he runs upstairs each time I ask one of them to feed the chickens.
So, a few weeks ago the beasts (I no longer call them by their given names) finally produced an egg.
It was covered in poop.
So as I sit here tonight, Ive been googling recipes. Thats because the filthy beasts are also prolific egg layers.
Im not googling egg recipes though.
Fried chicken or BBQ chicken? Hmmdecisions, decisions
by Angel Kane
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