Have I told you how our adventure with feathers began? Probably not, but it’s never too late. 
Picture a quiet rural area, far from the hustle and bustle of city life. There I was, a self-proclaimed enthusiast of freedom, embarking on a journey I hadn’t anticipated. Have you ever had a “Things I’ll Never Do” list?
I had one, but… until the day my daughter brought home two chicks, a “gift” from our neighbors.
At first, I thought maybe I accidentally won the “Most Boring Neighbor” award. Then again, are they happy we’re neighbors, or do they actually hate me? 
Oh dear, questions were swirling from the back of my head to my forehead and back: What on earth am I going to do with these noisy fluffballs? Should I set them up in the guest room and grant them temporary citizenship there? Do chicks have an after-school program or a daycare where I can park them? A book club? What menu should I offer them?
And speaking of food, why on earth do they emit a smell? Seriously, I thought chicks didn’t come with built-in air fresheners!
But, as they say, when life gives you chicks, you name them Chickie and Chuck, and you welcome them! 
I took a deep breath and embraced the challenge.
Six years have passed since then, and I want to announce that no one – not even that Neighbor – can stop me from raising chickens. 
In fact, I’ve fully embraced the role of the “Poultry Queen,” with a collection of 60 chickens, who I’m convinced have WhatsApp/Facebook groups where they gossip about me,
60 ducks that practice synchronized swimming underwater,
7 turkeys who take turns climbing trees and provide fantastic stand-up comedy moments,
a motivational-speaking goose for the entire bird crew, and a whole gang of roosters (12) that chase me through the orchard every time I go.
And you know what? Life has never been more full of feathers, fun, and eggcitement! 
Stay tuned for more adventures, tips, and insights—don’t miss out!
