Our family is very lucky in that just up the road from where we live, there is the most fabulous produce barn In The World.
Now it's not fabulous because of its shiny displays or its fabulous range, quite the opposite, it's a little haphazard and most of the interesting things you would want to buy display a large Not For Sale sign.
No, its marvelousness is in what it isn't as much as what it is. It's not modern or fancy or polished. It's old and full of character and a somewhat smelly charm. They have heaps of animals there (most of which are Not For Sale) - a shetland stallion, an enormous sow called Elvis, talking cockatoos, goats, guinea pigs, rats, ducks, and chickens. Loads of chickens, fancy ones and plain ones and funny ones. Oh and birds, peacocks and doves and all sorts of things that I try not to look at because some things just don't belong in a cage at all.
And the people who work there... I don't know where they are from, but I suspect they are all family, because there is young and old and each and every one of them has character. And kindness. They give the boys hay to feed to the goats and Elvis, let them nurse the baby animals, and even let me cuddle the cutest little baby pig EVER.
Well anyway, enough blather. The boys and I went there yesterday, and we bought baby chicks.
Two white Leghorns and two black Australorps.
Evie, Charlie, Batman and Lulu, welcome to our world.
Oh, and the post title. As we were leaving the produce barn with our chicks in a box, one of the guys who worked there said, "Chicks going cheap". "Oh yes," I replied earnestly, "I got them for such a good price, aren't they cute?"
What a numbnut.