Back in March 0f 2013, we had a fleeting thought — what if we couldn’t get to a grocery store? “It’d be nice to at least have eggs.”

So that was that.

I went to pick up our five chicks (five chicks for five kids – no fighting. Yeah, I’m one smart momma.) But they didn’t have any at the first store. HUGE SADNESS. So we ordered them. Then we stopped at another. And got five chicks. So the fetish began before I met my first chick. Here are pics of those two events, one week apart.

Our first five were Americaunas (or Easter Eggers) and then the next five (except I got 7, because sometimes they die…) were Plymouth barred rocks.

And most likely you also like chickens. I am just a little addicted. I can stop any time. My first job is going to be chronicling the beginning of the addiction. So. Be patient like a chicken.