Okay so I am not sure that Missoula can be catagorized as 'urban'...but it is not quite rural either....at any rate it somehow fits the profile for being rural enough to have chickens in your backyard but urban enough that it is kind of weird. Last weekend we decided to join in on the chicken craze and got ourselves 4 little yellow poof balls. Sophie is a highly experienced chicken care taker, having gained much experience looking after Nana's chickens in NZ last year. She promised me she would be their 'mommy' and that she is responsible for their well being. That said, they do require a little help from the grown ups when it comes to supervising Noah's interaction with them. For the most part the kids are very gentle with them. They really love them and get so excited to see them/hold them. Their favorite thing is when the chicken poops on someone or something. Yeah, that is my favorite part too...hmmm. I did not know chickens pooped so much! Sophie has very cleverly named them: Diego1, Diego2, Wuzzy1, and Wuzzy2. Not sure which is which at this point though.
The chickens had a wild first couple of days. They got to play in the sandbox, go for rides in Noah's little trucks and wagons, and cuddle under blankets when Sophie decided it was time to sleep. We have since toned down their allowed activity level and thought it best to just let them grow a bit before they try any more death defying acts. Diego (the original one, our dog) is very interested in the little chirpies and would love to see how well they play....
Honestly, I thought I would hate them and would have to devote lots of extra time that I don't have caring for them, but actually I really really like them. They are really cute and sweet and they are our pets. I hope they bring us lots of fun and lots of free eggs. Fingers crossed no roosters!
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