It's not easy being a chicken on our farm. At least that's what I gather from the complaints I hear every morning as I gather their eggs. From the very beginning there was a great interest in them around here and things haven't changed much.
Sometimes it's the cats 
and sometimes it's the dogs 
but the birds just want to be left alone to eat and do their job. Their job? The girls are the breakfast providers, Scott is the breakfast maker and I am the breakfast eater. (Hey, someone's gotta do it) 
