Saturday, April 11, 2015


I grew up on a mountain Mom always had chickens.
My Grandson seems to have inherited the farming gene.
He has chickens...only three  for now, but more on the way.
They are so white and healthy looking, and they lay beautiful brown eggs.
There is one red one,but  she doesn't show up too well in this picture.
The new ones will lay blue,green and maybe pink eggs.
There are lots of different breeds of chickens, and raising them has become popular in our area.
Brayden calls them his pets.

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