Farm Fresh Eggs

So Iris, herself has been writing a story about her chickens. This is what she has so far…

My name is Iris, and I have chickens. This is the story about my chickens. I need them very much. They are so cute. I love them.

My surprise chicks. We put them in a big tub.

 They grew so fast. Once they were too big. We moved them to the brooder in the chicken coop. Patern is my favorite chicken.  She runs toward me every day. A different chick is cutey is cuter than any of them. I cuddle cutey every day. It is a baby rooster. I love him. I have a chicken called miss white she is all ways angry at me. I love her still.

I have a now rooster named Adventure, and he is pulling feathers from their necks. There is one other rooster that looks like him and confuses me. They are chirpachenos.

Chirpachenos are not chicks anymore. They are not hens or roosters yet either. They are like teenager chickens.

Patern has extra grass breaks that I take her out of the chicken coop to do. She is a responsible hen and does not leave my side. She ran out in front of the lawn mower one day and I had to rescue her. Since then, she hasn’t left my side.