I am not sure when I started being obsessed with Roos and Hens.
No, I take that back.
My daughter was in Kindergarten.
Miss. V had ordered hatching eggs
and an incubator.
We ended up with two since we were moving to the country.
Our two little peeps turned out to be Roos.
The sweetest you'll ever find.
That was the first glimpse of the life of a chicken farmer.
I LOVE my chickens!!
I will never have a poultry farm because,
stings your nose.
When I was a teen we moved to the country and either way you
tried to get out of town, you would pass
a poultry farm.
Summer was horrid and if they happened to clean the hen houses
in the peak of hot season, you were in for a treat!
I am an obsessed chicken farmer.
My coop stays clean
and the patio gets a daily squirt from the hose.
Our lawn has never looked greener!
I also love the non-pooping kind...
|I just found this at the Antique Mall.|
It was love at first sight.
|I shall never part with this little light.|
It serves as a night light in the kitchen.
|I have regrets about this plaque.|
It came with a cow and a sheep and I passed on those!
What was I thinking?!
Should've bought them all.
|Our Vintage milkglass butter dish.|
Yes, there's butter in there!
|My newest Roo. Bought him at the|
Antique Mall with the platter.
|Can't tell you how many times I have painted this frame!|
Black, Green, Red to Black.
|These cuties were a gift from a friend.|
So sweet and So Vintage!
Off I go to prep for the Yard Sale.
Never a fun task but it'll be great to be rid of stuff!
Next house... Small.