Back in May, we spent some time on the computer picking out chickens. The five of us in the family that could talk were each able to pick out two laying hens. I shared my choice with the baby, who waved his hand in the general direction of the one I wanted anyway. A couple of weeks later, the post office called to say that our chicks had arrived!
The children were sad to go to school that morning and leave their baby chicks behind. The little one spent the day glued to the door to the garage, begging to see them. We both checked on them obsessively.
We brought the laying hens out for a little tour of the barnyard a couple of days ago. They didn’t seem too impressed, just a little apprehensive.
The baby fluff is gone, true feathers are growing in.