We recently got a pair of chickens from our friend Rob who was movin’ on up – actually from suburbia to a darling garden apartment downtown. His two hens needed a home and Mr. C jumped at the chance. He’d raised chickens as a youngster and I knew he secretly wished to tend a flock again. He happily worked to convert the girls’ old jungle gym to a deluxe chicken condo. The fresh eggs each day are great, and the chickens are fun to watch. I resisted naming them at first, figuring I wouldn’t get attached that way. Then the perfect names came to me: Henrietta (get it? HENrietta?) for the little one, and Marietta for the big chicken…and if you’ve ever been to Marietta, Georgia you know why that’s so darned clever.
 | Henrietta and Marietta sharing a dish of yogurt (good for the shell, you know) |
 | The payoff |
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2 comments:
Ooh! I'm so jealous! We've been thinking of getting some chickens, but have decided to put it off for a while. LOVE the names!
I'm so glad you're back! I missed you.
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