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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!
Thursday, November 08, 2012
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Oh you had me laughing I love your Barred Rocks they are the prettiest chickens there are. Great post made me smile and laugh always a great thing. B
ReplyDeleteps I wish I was rich too and I would do the same:)
Glad I gave you a laugh this morning. I'm trying really hard to be upbeat right now. Thank goodness we have chickens to make fun of. :-)
Deletewonderful photography ~ beautiful chickens ~ great shots! ~ (A Creative Harbor) ^_^
ReplyDeleteHey, thanks for the compliment. So glad you stopped by!
DeleteEnjoy the weekend & the warm weather!
ReplyDeleteThanks, DFW. I hope you're doing the same.
DeleteWhew, that WAS a close one! Fun pictures ;-)
ReplyDeleteIt is crazy when they all stop and get quiet! We have a rooster who will make a very specific noise if something is awry and everyone stops and looks to him for further instructions :)
ReplyDeleteVisiting from Rural Thursday. Love your blog!
What pretty hens!
ReplyDeleteIt does scare me when they all stop and freeze like that. Great photos of the girls!
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