I have dreams.
Dreams that involve acreage and tire swings and vegetable gardens and wrap around porches and chickens and space.
I’ve always been a dreamer.
I know that many of my dreams may never come true, including this one.
But, oh, how I long for it.
So, we are starting small.
Meet our chickens: Birch, Whiskers, Milo, and Otis.
I’ve dreamt of collecting eggs pretty much my whole life, and of living on a farm and riding horses bareback every day.
Seeing as we live in a suburban neighborhood, only one of those dreams was even a remote possibility.
Enter, the chickens.
We may not live on many acres. We may not have a wrap around porch or a dirt road, but we do have chickens.
I can give my children that small piece of the dream that I have for them.
Someday we will add a small garden to the yard, a dog, perhaps some bunnies, and probably a swing of some sort.
Maybe, just maybe, we will build a front porch in the future. I don’t know.
I do not, however, that we can start small, with four chickens.
We can build our BIG dreams bit by bit.