Uhh… Chickens?

 Hey! My name's Tiyler and I live 20 minutes away from the closest town, I'm home schooled, and I have chickens. Yeah, that's right.

   Chickens.

      That like, lay eggs and run around the yard.

 It's my mom's fault. Well… mine too. Mostly mine really. See… about a year ago I was OBSESSED with country life. Looking back I was dumb, but I didn't know it at the time of course. Anyway, I wanted chickens, goats, the whole deal. And I got lucky. Really lucky. I got my mom on board and we convinced my dad we should move into the country, and it happened. One year ago inmature little Tiyler convinced her parents to get chickens.

 Now, I like it out here. The (weeping) stars are so bright, there are horses outside my bedroom window, I'm living my childhood dream. And it's wonderful. I don't get to see my friends as often as I'd like, I have to go out and take care of chickens every morning; but I have the stars, I have room to breathe, and I have poultry.

You're awesome.

                                Tyiler