plants? who cares about plants?!
So I know I was going on all about plants yesterday, but that's old hat now. Don't get me wrong--I'm still dead set on this agricultural line--but it ain't vegetables any more. No, that flora can't hold a candle to real live fauna, in this case chickens.
We had somebody from Drumlin Farm come in to the classroom yesterday to show us some eggs and chicks and growed-up chickens (as we are studying eggs at present, and hope to be hatching out our own at a later date). They were really something to watch: the chicks were pretty old, a reasonable double-handful each, and they could jump to a suprising hight with the aid of their wings. They also ran around like crazy, and peeped a little. The hen and rooster were more restrained, but still very impressive and almost as exciting to the children. The rooster crowed several times, which was a real crowd-pleaser.
Anyways, I was immediately overcome with a strong desire to possess some chickens of my own, to be housed in a small chicken-house somewhere on the back of the property. I told Leah about this wish as soon as I was able to, and she brought up the issue of, one has to take care of chickens and presumably they need medical care and things like that from time to time. I'm sure I don't know, but it does sound likely. So maybe we'll wait a while. But someday, definitely, someday. In the mean time I'll always have the plants.