My chicken story started with a simple question asked by a coworker: “Do you know anyone who wants baby chickens?” As a matter of fact, I wanted some chickens! Although I had my heart set on Wyandottes, I couldn’t refuse a few free chicks that needed a home. (I figured I could get my “dottes” later on, once my flock was established.)
So after a quick call to my husband to make sure he was OK with me bringing home four peeping fluff balls and being assured that the chicks were females, I agreed to take them. As it turns out, a relative staying at my coworker’s house had bought the chicks, and when she came home from her vacation, she found the chickens in her bedroom. To top it off, she lived in a community where farm animals weren’t allowed. When I asked what kind of chickens they were, she said: “You know, just the ones you get from a farm-supply store.”