It’s almost amusing to me that 3 years ago I was living in South Florida and I had forgotten that food could be grown and raised and didn’t always come from Publix.  Okay, that may sound stupid to some, but you grow up outside of Washington DC and then make your way to Miami and Ft. Lauderdale - see how you think.

Anyway.

The first few months two years-ish I lived out here in the country, I simply hated it, now I (ate least hope that I) am embracing it - and I know that I’m loving it.

The Veggie Garden is just starting, and already I’m ‘fixin ta’ get chickens.  Right after I go camping for the very first time.  Yes, I’ve apparently either lost my mind or Becca has totally inspired me to get in touch with my “old world” self.  Or perhaps a combination of both, along with my own natural drive/fear of the economy and urge to be a little more self reliant.

Anywhoo.  We’re getting chickens.

(I opt to bring up the chicken thing instead of the camping thing because I know I can handle something live that needs to be cared for, but as for camping, I am so not-graceful that I am always running into walls and am quite convinced that I’m going to pee on myself despite the fact that that there’s modern plumbing, and the whole thing just kind of freaks me the hell out.)

Although we’re getting chickens for eggs, and really have no interest in eating them, we both want chickens that we have the option of eating if worse-comes-to-worse (everything keeps getting more and more expensive, the economy fails, raiding occurs, grocery stores are empty and every one is in “fend for yourself” mode - you know, end of the world paranoid stuff), and so I’ve decided on Rhode Island Reds.

So yeah.  In an effort to become self-sufficient, and to consume less chemicals, antibiotics and growth hormones - we’re going to have veggies and chickens. We may have lost our minds.  Or perhaps we’re more sane then we give ourselves credit for.  You decide.