When I was a kid, I lived on a farm. We had it all: horses, cows, pigs, sheep, goats, chickens, turkeys, guinea hens, even a partridge! My dad was the brains and brawn behind the operation; I was, for a time, the egg collector. The chickens were my favorite animals because they were relatively “low-maint” and couldn’t trample you to death you if you got into a scuffle. I always fantasized about having chickens as an adult, but moving to a different rental apartment each year made that impractical.
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