This is the text I received from my mom today, on my 38th Birthday:

“Happy birthday. Never dreamed that when I first gazed into your little face and held you in my arms… ” (at this point my heart is quickening, because my mom is NEVER emotional or tender with her words with me. She’s loving, but not… mushy. And I LOVE mushy.) …”that you would grow up to have a chicken fetish and actually tell people about it.”

My reply? “You’re making me all teary-eyed over here….Can I put this on the blog?.”

(I was pretty excited she already knew the name of my blog.

And that’s why I have a Chicken Blog now. It’s my birthday present to me! 😉 I think I’ll post more of the story today. Maybe I’ll even get to the day my hubby built me a coop. Maybe!

This is my baby, Liesel/Libby on my birthday last year: