babies
My first set of news to share is that I got more baby chickens! The goofy bucket truck neighbor decided to take 200 baby chicks that didn't sell from the nearby tractor supply store for 50 cents each. What the hell is he going to do with 200 chickens? Anyhow, I agreed to take 16 from him even though we have no idea what kind they are OR the sex. I just took a few of each color and hoped for the best.
In theory I am not supposed to be getting attached to them because any boys are supposed to be going into the stew pot, but you know how THAT goes.
One of my favorite stress relievers is going into their little pen (with my new girl golashes that I adore) and letting them sniff and explore me and tell stories. Nothing beats cute chicken noises except maybe cute baby chicken feet. They are just so inquisitive and feisty when they are that age. The grown ups get quite jealous when I go in there and sometimes pace back and forth along the fence and make quite a rukus!
In theory I am not supposed to be getting attached to them because any boys are supposed to be going into the stew pot, but you know how THAT goes.
One of my favorite stress relievers is going into their little pen (with my new girl golashes that I adore) and letting them sniff and explore me and tell stories. Nothing beats cute chicken noises except maybe cute baby chicken feet. They are just so inquisitive and feisty when they are that age. The grown ups get quite jealous when I go in there and sometimes pace back and forth along the fence and make quite a rukus!
