I got a call from the post office at o'dark thirty. My chicks were ready to pick-up. Well I was still in my p.j.s. So I threw on my clothes and went to warm up the chicken house. Oh no, the door won't close. WELL that won't do. Seems the rain has swelled it. The door will have to come off and be trimmed. It's dark outside, and now I'm running around with a flashlight looking for chick alternatives. And where do all baby pets go, when they can't go home? In the kitchen of course. Once I had 2 baby lambs keeping warm in a roasting pan in my oven, until Leo could get back from the vet with syringes to hydrate them.
There are 3 cats at the back door, saying why can't we come in and see the birdie num nums?
These lovely chicks came to us from Sandhill Perservation. There are some Dorkings, Ameraucana, Kraienkoppe, Rhode Island Reds, Wellsummer, and Jersey Giants.
Only 2 died en-route. Funeral Services will be held at 11:00 a.m. The rest are bouncing around, and Zack, the original Chicken Mommy is currently chick sitting. I'm guessing of the 25 that are here, there are at least a dozen hens. It'll be nice to have plenty of eggs again.
"No Mountain Lions need apply".