Recently, I figured out that all I ever wanted was 25 chickens.
I don’t mean ‘if I only had 25 chickens my life would be complete’.
No. I mean ‘all I ever wanted was 25 chickens, NOT 700.’
At the pinnacle of my chicken mania, my flock was about 450 laying hens and 250 baby chicks. We dispatched about 200 of the oldest birds that fall, so thankfully, I only had about 700 chickens for most of one summer.