I keep finding myself in these places.
And there are chickens.
Lots of chickens.
And the minimum purchase is six.
I wish we bought them straight off a farm, but the other members of my family were delighted.
Shane willingly picked up his Uno cards to make room for the baby chicks.
Carrie picked out six black sex linked chicks to add to our family, all pullets (girls).
Sex-linked are known so, because they're feathers identify they're gender. There's no guessing.
Everyone was curious about the new chicks.
Chicks need heat to live. We didn't have a lamp or any tools, but we had plenty of broody hens.
Carrie plopped Xena and Diamond into a pen and threw all the babies in with them.
The chicks dove in and the ladies accepted them. Instinct is an amazing thing.
Here's to hoping nature does its thing.
It should be around six months before the chicks are old enough to lay eggs. We may end up with more than we know what to do with. I told Carrie "We're full! No more chickens!"
She and Shane are enjoying the moment.
Carrie was worried Xena was taking up too much space sitting in the door, but then a chick dove straight under her.
Momma was watching.
It hit thirty degrees overnight, but the chicks were still peeping when Carrie pulled out the broody girls the next morning. She put them down near the food and water, so they'd recharge.
Several chicks went for a ride.
Ever the engineer, Carrie wanted to give the chickens more space for the chicks to crowd around their adoptive mothers in the hen house.
Then, none of the chickens went in. They sat outside all the next night instead.
I asked Henry's mom if she realized they'd moved in next to a petting zoo when they visited.
They can get the goats.
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