Hope you've all had a wonderful Easter break, full of chocolate and all things yummy. Now, the topic of eggs has reminded me that you haven't yet met my menagerie. We have a small farmlet of sorts. Make that all-sorts, as we seem to accumulate homeless animals. Meet some of my girls...
...ok, so that may be Bunny Williams' hen house and not mine, but hey, I can dream can't I?
..and boys. This is our boy Barney
...and Spicy
..and Hot (goes with Spicy, of course!) and Ava and Charlotte
... ok, so they aren't chickens, but we found them wandering down the street so home they came
..no, not mine either, but isn't it just too fabulous for words?
You know, it's fascinating to watch the social heirarchy of chooks. We could all learn a lot from them. They have such distinct personalities. Our bossiest chook was 'KFC', although I truly believe she may be a product of her environment. My husband named her this, thinking himself completely hilarious. Of course, my son then named subsequent additions to our brood 'Hot' and 'Spicy', and he and his father promptly fell about the place, complete with much self-indulgent belly laughing. Our boy Barney is a blue-ribbon, bona-fide best in show winner at Brisbane's biggest agricultural show. And he has the attitude to match.
Now, there is a point to this rambling post. If you choose your chickens wisely, you can get yourself some instant Easter eggs. Truly. You see, KFC and Barney are Araucanas. Not only are they gorgeous to look at, but check out their eggs:
aren't they pretty...instant Easter Eggs!
Have a great week everyone,
image 1 from here
all other images Driftwood Interiors
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