Chicken shopping

Last night I was allowed to leave my sick bed and enjoy a delicious dinner with my friends for two whole blissful hours. Mental stimulation for the win! It's kind of a Friday night tradition to catch up with them at our little local restaurant, have a few wines and a chat, and order exactly the same thing we order every single time... The worlds most delicious cannelloni. It is so delicious that it in fact makes me long with a real physical ache for it when I even think about it... God, I need to get out more. 

I woke up this morning feeling a bit better, but kind of grumpy - another two days of nothing to do but 'rest', which basically means sit in bed and watch Netflix or continue my obsession playing on TripAdvisor. So I begged husband to let me take a trip up the road to the chicken farm, and do a little chicken shopping. I basically try and source rare breed chickens that are a bit fancy pants, and the chicken man had some amaaaazing birdies there today. However, he's retaining the majority as breeding stock, so it was just window chicken shopping today. I have my eye on a couple of breeds he had there today, but the fact they have to wait until nightfall to enter the Silver Campines cage to collect eggs and clean/feed them because the rooster is so evil and abusive, kind of put me off getting a vampire hen. 

There are a couple of big auctions coming up halfway across the state over the next month or so, so I basically plan on dragging my poor husband along to buy me some birds and chat the ears off the breeders and learn more about a couple of chooks that tickle my fancy. My plan to enter some of my girls into a show in October needs a little more enthusiasm behind it than I've been lately, mostly because I know how badly I will be mocked by my work colleagues when they find out I've taken a day off work to take Ursula, Dolores, Bathila Bagshot and Buckbeak along to a chicken show. Like, I am going to be absolutely bagged non-stop. Which is fine. Not a lot of change from usual. I just reeeeally want a shiny pastel ribbon to stick on my way to make it all worth it. 

So today tripsadvisor and Netflix have taken a back seat to me researching Faverolles and spangled Hamburghs, and  searching all the rare breed sites to try and locate me a lavender Araucana. Sounds tedious beyond belief to most people, thoroughly over exiting to me. Did I mention I needed to get out more?!.