A couple of times a year my husband always asks me the same question, "So, wanna move to the country and start a goat farm?" and my response is generally the same, "Um, I don't think so". It's not that I don't get swept up with the romantic notion of country life every time we visit it. It's just that I am a big city girl, now living in suburbia. That is a big enough step for this decade I think. For now we'll just try to inject a bit of country into our little patch of suburbia.
Step 1. Chickens.
When I first moved to Australia and discovered that people kept chickens in their backyards, I thought it was, well, ridiculous. I didn't really give a lot of thought to all the benefits at first, I just thought they seemed so out of place in a suburban area. Adam has wanted chickens forever. He conveniently found an old wooden trunk (perfect for a laying box) and a few other bits lying on the side of the road. Mix that with the relentless pleading from the children and here we are.
Isn't that just the sweetest thing? My initial hesitation was how our dog was going to cope, Jack Russell's being chickens main canine nemesis. The amount of fun Adam and the 2 girls have had planning and putting it all together though, it's just gotta work. Right??