There are times when I wish I had chickens strutting and clucking all around my yard.
This is definitely one of those times.
Probably because I hate (with a passion) going to the store to buy eggs. Or maybe its because I’m just one of those girls who wishes they had a farm. And fantasizes about taking the cows out to pasture to eat grass and wildflowers. And silently wishes she were gazing at ducks in a row on her pond out in the country instead of wasting away on her couch reading DIY magazines. Some people call that farm envy. But I call it a dream.