Friday, May 9, 2014

11 Girls

Three minutes before Michael typically leaves for work, we got a call saying our chicks were in.  And we needed to come get them right away.

I don't know how I thought it was going to go down.  Maybe between the convenient hours of 4 and 6 p.m.  when Michael was done with work...

At any rate, they're safely installed in our kitchen (because it was 40 degrees and rainy this morning and wanted them to transition to colder climates gently.)  They'll be in the garage tonight, now that they've gotten used to the heat lamp.

We ordered 12 chickens.  They sent 13, but two were dead on arrival.  Michael unceremoniously disposed of them in our trash can.  We've probably scarred the boys for life.

Ah well.  That's why this is deemed an "educational experiment."

Speaking of educational.... I, myself, had never held any form of poultry.
And I have done so three times now.
Living life on the edge.  

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