A BLUR OF CHICKENS.
About 5 minutes after arriving at Bugtussle Farm, nine-year-old Ira will start begging you to go and see his chickens. He is incredibly proud of his insane, ragtag flock. And during our last visit, Jesse and I became a little bit obsessed with them, too.Ira has a well established duck egg business, and when he was ordering more ducklings last year from the hatchery, he threw in a "Adopt Me" Bargain run of chicks as well. This is basically the leftovers and late-bloomers who don't make it into the regular chick orders. It is a complete grab-bag - you could get anything from Wyandottes to Bantams to Broad-breasted TURKEYS! And so Ira's flock is a beautiful, random, colorful assortment of chickens and roosters. And we love them.So of course, RIGHT AFTER I mentioned that we were going to focus on our house and not on adding more animals to the mix, we ordered more chicks. Armed with our tax returns and the excitement of our upcoming move back to the farm, we bit the bullet and are expecting our own colorful fluff-balls later this spring. Heaven help us.- Hannah.