Cluckin' Around: My Wife's New Life as a Chicken Tender

The Chickens Have Landed!

Well, folks, it’s been three weeks since my wife officially became a "chicken tender"; and let me tell you, things have taken a interesting turn! After over 20 years of marriage, I should have expected that her dream of raising chickens would eventually hatch, but I honestly thought it was just another quirky city girl fantasy—like slim jeans and Starbucks. But here we are, living among 45 clucking little yard birds!

From City Girl to Chicken Lady

Before this adventure, my wife spent her days navigating crowded shopping malls and bustling Starbucks, sipping on the fanciest iced coffees in town. Chickens? They were just something we casually laughed about trying someday. I mean, who wouldn’t chuckle at the idea of a city girl tending to a flock of pecking chicks in our backyard? But lo and behold, it appears that the glamorous life of a farm girl also calls for a supporting cast of overpriced coffee!

What Was I Thinking?

When she finally convinced me to allow the arrival of chickens, we agreed on aroundf 5-10 chicks. Nothing too big. I thought I was standing firm in my decision-making. Well, imagine my surprise when I realized our little agreement bloomed into an immediate poultry party of 25 and within a couple of days, to 45! I can only conclude that I have zero clout in this chicken business! But I can’t help but wonder where this path is headed. Is there a chicken-themed Starbucks in our future? I can see my wife pulling up with a clutch of fresh eggs in hand, ready for a drive-thru order of her favorite Pinkidy Pink iced coffee!

This Adventure is Just Beginning

Despite my skepticism, seeing my wife's radiant joy as she parents her little chicken nuggets has opened my eyes to the sheer delight of this new venture. Who knew that city girls could scramble so well to care for chickens? I’ve started to suspect that she’s secretly taken to this "tender" life like a duck to water. Maybe the city vibe isn’t so incompatible with the country after all!

So, here’s to three weeks into the great chicken experiment, and cheers to many more! If you hear a lot of clucking and a little less barista chatter coming from our backyard, know that my wife has officially turned into the town's chicken queen. Of course, I’m still waiting for my first “egg-tra” happy customer with a Starbucks on the side. Life really is clucking funny sometimes!