Of course, if I am going to talk about where our food comes from, there was bound to be a chicken blog. However, our chickens apparently no longer feel the need to pose for pictures anymore, and a butt view was the best that I could do.
While I love the fact that we always have fresh eggs and enough to share with our friends and family, I think the best part (by far) is what little man gets from having them. He likes checking for eggs, if we can get to them before Daddy. Thankfully, they produce a lot of eggs because we occasional have toddler casualties (dropped eggs) that end up in our compost. 
Also because he has learned how to act around chickens, when we go places like Shelburne Farms, where the chickens tend to run away from the toddlers, we can look over to find our little chicken whisperer, having a full on conversation with the chickens.
Apparently he forgot to tell this one (at Shelburne Farms) that he spent the morning chasing our chickens back into the coop with a pointy garden tool so that he could leave the house (we have fox issues, the chickens have to hang out in the run when we are not in the yard with them). 
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