Let’s have a small hobby farm, we said. We should have a few chickens, we said. Wouldn’t it be great to have a rooster among the flock, to breed chicks, we said. Imagine how great it would be to hear the crowing in the morning, we said. We get up early anyway, we said.
When we ordered eight laying hens from our local Co-op we felt confident that the sales proposition of “guaranteed laying hens” was sincere. And at three months old we are certain that our first eight are indeed hens. But eight near-identical chicks was a little too boring for us. And so we set out to adopt a few more littles. We should have a fl…..