Animals arrive on this ranch in different ways. Sometimes it's the natural way, as when cows have cute little spunky baby calves, or when one of the 50,000 cats around my house have kittens. But quite often animals arrive in UNnatural ways. I've bitched and moaned railed on tiresomely told you about when people dump cats, and sometimes dogs, at ranches and dairies out here in the country, but do you remember where CHICKENS come from? (Click here to read about our visit from The Chicken Fairy last year, sigh.)
My mom brought Smedley home from ballet practice Thursday night at about 6:00. She was a little later than usual because she made a stop at the feed store to buy Smedley two young chickens.
You read that right.
The chickens are currently living in a box on the floor of the Crap Room, peeping incessantly. Their names, if you ask Smedley, who named them upon impact, are Penny and something else. Oh yeah -- Bella. Their names, if you ask ME, are McGillicuddy and Li'l Supper. Perspective.
I used to think chickens arrived via my dad, but now I know that both of my parents are The Chicken Fairy.