... Meet my beloved father's new found obsession...
You see, my dad likes "projects" and just like his other new interests as of late...
He has become obsessed.
i.e. his addiction to Monster energy drinks ( I blame this new endeavor on them) AND his refusal to eat almost anything other than sushi when we go out to dinner, sometimes even when we stay in for dinner!
Anywhoo... CHICKENS.
They can be fun... you know, cute little fuzzy things they are. Plus the little chirping noises we found to be just so darn CUTE!
But... after awhile?
They make you wanna bang your head against a wall!!!
ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU HAVE OVER 50+ MEMBERS OF THE POULTRY FAMILY LIVING IN YOUR BACK YARD AND SHED.
It begins to get quite ridiculous to say the least... To show you how ridiculous I will elaborate:
We now have a bright red chicken coop (which we built ourselves and which took three tries and three complete coops to get right) fully equipped with a full chicken run and water system, a chicken house equipped with three different runs for different sorts of poultry, three or so tubs of baby chicks, approx 15 almost fully grown chicken hens and one rooster, four turkey hens and one tom, approx 30+ chicks of chickens and turkeys alike, and who knows how many chicken, turkey, and peacock eggs in the incubator...
It's a fun life.
As for my father, the thing which I have begun to call Project Poultry entertains him for now and I'm happy for the kid. But...
I FEAR WHAT COMES NEXT
Chickens and turkeys can only tide him over for so long... I wonder what our yard will look like as a petting zoo??
O.o