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We went to see baby chickens on Thursday night! Our new friend Amberlin lives in the neighborhood and has a
blog about raising chickens in our suburban town. With her latest chicks hatching recently, we took a quick visit to her house so Kaiya could see baby chicks. Kaiya was a little shy, but it was a treat nonetheless.
They look adorable, but then they grow up, and they're not cute anymore. I suppose the argument is that then you get fresh eggs, but you also have potentially loud, smelly, not-so-cute hens running around your yard. Raising your own chickens makes total sense to me as a food supply, but even as lovingly described as it is in Animal Vegetable Miracle, I couldn't buy into the romance of it. (Uncharacteristically cynical of me, huh?)
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