jim finished building a coop last week, we got four chickens from generous friends at church yesterday, and today, fresh eggs! dylan is beside herself with excitement. sydney (our dog), is less of a fan; she wants to, in jim's words, "eat their face."
i never in a million years thought we would have chickens. even though we've lived here five(!) years, i'm not a country girl. if anything, i'm a recovering suburbanite with a heart for the city. how did this happen?
well, regardless, i'm thankful for the space and grass to pasture hens and for fresh eggs from right in our backyard.
if the title of this post makes you nostalgic for arrested development, here's a little something for you:
