So Mr. Isbell’s parents became chicken owners this spring, and the chickens are now big enough to wander their back garden freely. This is all kinds of cute:

They’re really soft–even their feet–and have so much personality. They take sun baths and stick their leg out like Toby!

Obviously, I do not eat chicken. I do eat eggs, but I make sure they’re at least cage free, if not
Certified Humane. (I’m really looking forward to eggs from these girls!) But after seeing these chickens up close, I’m now hyper-aware of the eggs from unhappy factory farmed chickens used in things like mayonnaise and ice cream. So Mr. Isbell and I are exploring the strange new world of Vegannaise and Soy Dream.

It’s a good thing his parents don’t have a pet cow: I’d never buy shoes again.