Pun intended. See, my husband has got this idea that he wants to raise laying chickens in our backyard. Truth be told, the idea is kind of appealing to me as well. So, being the dork that I am I picked up a book at the library yesterday: Living with Chickens: Everything you need to know to raise your own backyard flock. It's a great book with lots of pretty pictures of chickens running around and such. It also contains lots of valuable information. For example, now I know that a pullet is a young female chicken that is not yet a year old. And I know the difference between laying hens and meat birds.
Fresh eggs, now wouldn't that be wonderful? It also seems to me that chicken husbandry would give me a good project to focus on. Not like I sit around on the couch all day eating bonbons, but it wouldn't hurt to have a purpose to each day. And what better way to teach responsibility and accountability to Jerry and the new baby?
Most importantly really, once you have a flock of chickens it wouldn't seem such a stretch to get a nice sheep, shear it, spin its fiber into yarn and knit a shawl. See where this is going?