My Labor Day was spent in a very interesting way. We were asked if we would adopt some chickens.
These chickens had been purchased by some friends of ours and placed in their yard, only for them to find out that all chickens in their area had to be 75 feet from every house. Because of this, my Monday was spent prepping the backyard for chickens, and moving the chickens in.
The next thing we did was name the chickens. Truthfully, not much naming got done. All that was decided was that all the chickens where going to be named after chicken joints, and that, since the small gray one was about the size and color of a pigeon, it would be named Kentucky Fried Pigeon, K.F.P for short.
Tuesday we got our first eggs: two fairly good-sized medium brown ones, and tiny light brown one, courtesy of K.F.P.
My cats are horrified, but that’s to be expected.
Thanks for reading,
P.S. If you know any good chicken joint names please tell.