You should hear my husband talking as he's browsing the Internet. I think he's gone chicken mad. It's interesting that hen-raising doesn't have to be expensive, and really, is quite cheap. And turns out we can use one of the dog kennels as a coop while they're young. (what are we doing???) My one stipulation was that he not surprise me by bringing in little chicks without fair warning. My nerves are so stretched right now that if he brought home a charming little box of peepers I might go over the deep-end, you know.
In other news: The landlord of our annoying neighbors dropped by to talk to them today, and I can only hope it was a reminder that they're supposed to LEAVE. (pardon me) The daily late afternoon routine of 8-9 teenaged boys milling about the street and wandering through front yards while occasionally using foul language is getting a bit old. The girls can't even go outside without being gawked at. Like they've not seen girls before? Please. One of the young ones was riding a grocery cart down the street this afternoon. Thankfully he didn't hit any parked cars, ours included. The curb, yes, cars, no. Obviously I have no sympathy for any injuries he might sustain (which were nil).
Do these children even have parents?
Reminds me of our dog, Romeo, and his tawdry behavior lately. Really? Haven't you seen a girl dog before? Control yourself. It doesn't make us like you any more, rather the reverse.
I hear chickens are very soothing animals to raise. I could use some farm life to settle my shattered nerves, don't you think?
