I'm not a farmer. I've never been a part of the whole cage-cleaning, animal feeding crowd. Not that I wouldn't love to live on a farm, I just don't want to have to be the one collecting the eggs and milking the cows.
My husband, Prince Farming, decided that we needed to join this new revolution of urban chicken farmers. "Fine", I said. "Keep them down at your office yard and bring me the eggs when they're ready." And that was the plan. Really. Right up until the moment that we got them at the Farm & Feed. Apparently, they need to stay in a 95 degree place while they are growing, and the office warehouse was just not going to cut it. "And, besides," he tells me, "Don't you think the kids would love it?!".......Alright. Maybe.....
