Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Does a chicken need a passport?
Yesterday we went hiking, or tramping as they say here, in the Mt. Cook area near the Tazman Glacier. It was amazingly beautiful. We found a fantastic farm stay for our lodging that was a cabin on a working farm run by a younger couple. We got to talking with them and learned that they were getting 9 chickens delivered this week and were a tad nervous. Well, who knew my recent chicken ownership would assist in conversations in New Zealand. The owners and I had a fun chat about chickens and they showed me the coop they were building. These chicken are going to be living the high life. This coop is tricked out. The chickens were supposed to arrive yesterday but things got delayed a bit and we had to start our travel to Queenstown. So I didn't get to see them but the owners told me that they were much more excited for their arrival now that they heard some stories. Hmm...maybe Biggie FiNu and Triple Threat can go on an exchange program.
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How cool! Kris, the language of chicken is truly universal! Who knew?! Seriously, that is pretty neat!
I'm so proud that my grand-chicks are world ambassadors. Mom Hall
That's very cool.
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