Hi, my name is Erika, and I'm a chickaholic.
"Hi Erika!"
I had my last chicken 25 years ago, and managed to stave off my addiction every time I heard the plaintive cries of lonely feed store chicks looking for a good home.
But I fell off the wagon one month ago. I bought some Silkie chicks, and the first time they ate treats out of my hand, felt their soft feathers on my fingers, and heard their contented chirps, I knew I. Was. Screwwwed!
Isn't addiction fun!
"Hi Erika!"
I had my last chicken 25 years ago, and managed to stave off my addiction every time I heard the plaintive cries of lonely feed store chicks looking for a good home.
But I fell off the wagon one month ago. I bought some Silkie chicks, and the first time they ate treats out of my hand, felt their soft feathers on my fingers, and heard their contented chirps, I knew I. Was. Screwwwed!
Isn't addiction fun!