Today marks exactly four years since we brought home eight baby chicks!
Their actual birthday was April 4th, 2014, but today marks the day our little flock became ... well ... ours!
Only seven left of the original eight (sad to say), but with the addition a couple of years ago of Lily and Petunia, the flock numbering nine is as vibrant as ever.
Coq Au has matured from a baby chick to a sex-crazed teen, to now a mature grumpy middle-aged man. He and I are alike in such ways.
Past their laying prime, now. But the girls are still laying strong and even the two younger girls are laying better than Jersey Giants are supposed to.
Another spring ahead, another summer to follow, and if the gods be good, we'll still have several more years with our original team.
If you ask me today if knowing what I know now, would I still have gotten backyard chickens those four years ago, my answer would be a resounding and enthusiastic YES!
A chronicle of my douche bag rooster and the douche bag that owns him.
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