It's been three-quarters of a year since we brought our three chicks home from Livingscape in a shoebox—just nine months since they lived their days and nights under a heat lamp, filling the garage with the ...
Ladies and Gentlemen, we have an egg.
At approximately one seventeen p.m. on Friday, August twenty-second, after days of squatting for no reason, eating everything she could get her beak to, and spending the morning singin' ...
Chicken Delight
Squawking and clucking and the clicking of sharp beaks.
Flight, especially the reckless kind.
Free nitrogen-rich fertilizer.
Watching the Girls stalk and eat each others' feathers. Probably not a very ...