Don't tell the HOA, but three more chickens are calling my Palais des Poulet home.
There I was, all innocent and inquisitive at the local farm store. I was simply gathering information, as always... so how did I end up with three pullets in the trunk?
It's simple. I want more eggs. I don't want to bother raising the birds. They had the birds and I had seen them grow at the farm store, free-ranging for the last couple months. I had to pay $20 each for them, but avoiding the diaper stage is priceless. My only other option for getting pullets was CraigsList and, knowing me, I'd end up with three roosters.
The established hens are unhappy with their new housemates, so we've (okay, my husband) has been monitoring the pecking order. Hopefully, things will settle down and peace will be restored.
One of my next, first, important projects is putting some fencing up so the little buggers can free-range within the confines of their own chicken yard.
Stay-tuned for that and um, don't tell the coyotes... or bobcats... or the HOA.