I’ve been talking about adding chickens (and goats and pigs and turkeys and ducks and heaven knows what else) to our Forest for a while. BH got jazzed about the challenge of building a safe chicken coop out of scrap lumber and I have been lusting after eggs, and
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chicken that I can eat without being afraid of what the critter was fed, or how terribly it was treated during its life.
I stopped talking and took bold action a few weeks ago and ordered 15 Buff Orpington chicks. The post office called this morning; the girls had arrived and were peeping loudly.
So we drove down to pick them up.
This is what they looked like when we opened the box.
Task #1: show them to the watering hole.
They learned the water lesson very well.
Task #2: eating. They are good at this, too! This is when I counted and found we had been shipped 16 instead of 15 chicks. It is very likely that a few will die of natural causes in the next few weeks, I am told, so the spare will come in handy.
All that drinking and eating, not to mention the arduous trip courtesy of the US Postal Service, made them tired. Task #3: naptime.
Chicks falling asleep on their feet might just be the cutest thing ever.
Stay tuned for more chicken adventures!