Welcome to Cranky Puppy Farm!

This blog belongs to two Gen X-er's smackdab in downtown Kansas City where we've been renovating and decorating two old Victorians built in the 1890's. Our life is filled with 3 demanding Pomeranians (1 of them cranky, of course), honking cars, noisy neighbors and the hustle and bustle of city life but we dream of the day when we can move to our 40-acre farm and hear nothing but the wind and the cows next door. Until then, we're chronicling our triumphs and mishaps here as we try to garden and preserve on 2 city lots, raise chickens, and learn all those things we should have learned from our grandparents. Welcome to our world - we hope you'll stay awhile!

I Want My Two Dollars

Friday, January 27, 2012

Word seems to be spreading like wildfire at work that we've got chickens and I've been deluged with questions like "Do you have to have a rooster to get eggs?" and "Are they mean?" Not sure why that person thought chickens would be mean, but I'm also discovering that lots of people are s.c.a.r.e.d of chickens! Mainly because they've never been around them. I guess it's human nature to fear what you don't know.

But one of the other questions I've been getting is "Oh! Do you sell your eggs?" In fact, I've had an overwhelming number of people ask if I would sell them some. Today, the girls made their first sale to Karen, a friend at work, for $2.00 a dozen.  She asked me if I was sure I wanted to sell at that price and I said yes.  Maybe I need to rethink that.  :-)   I'm not going to get rich at chicken farming, I  know.  But, truth be told, I'd be happy if I could sell enough to pay for their feed every month.

Here's the dog's reaction to my asking when I could expect them to start earning their keep:

I think that's called the "I are cute" defense. 


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