I have a problem.
I may be slightly (okay very) obsessed with chickens.
And they even poop out eggs! What could be better than that?
When I grow up, I want to live in a house with a backyard where I can raise my very own chickens. If this ever happens, you may never see me again. Just a warning.
Those close to me have started to pick up on this fascination. For Christmas I received a chicken gravy boat and a chicken tape dispenser. I also have chicken hot pads and dish towels.
I would love for chickens to overtake my house. Happy Friday, everyone!