Aparently we haven’t cleaned enough poop with four kids, because we decided it was time for more chickens.
Fifteen to be exact.
Yes, we purchased (willingly) 15 more things that eat, drink and poop like crazy and I’m starting to question my sanity.
I think this farm thing has gotten a little out of control! (And Matt’s still talking about getting — actually he’s already ordered — 15 MORE little winged broilers!)
See when Matt came to me eager to share about his “find” of the exact type of laying hen he wanted, I can truly say I was supportive.
My logic, cruel as it may sound, was that 15 sounds like a lot, but with cold nights and four very young kids we’re bound to lose a few, right?
Wrong! Three weeks later and all 15 are still flopping around! Can you believe it? I can’t!
But wait, our cute canary yellow-chicks have morfed into odd-colored, long necked maniacs!
And I thought kids were high maintenance.
These chicks get fed like 300 times a day and every time you lean over with a morsel of food they act famished.
And the water dish. It stays fresh looking maybe ene second after you place it into the box, and then they trample all sorts of interesting objects into it. AHHHHH!
It doesn’t help that I have four “helpers!”
Like back during the first few days the chicks came home, I thought I’d put them in this neat little “fancy” cage we had from some other farm adventure.
The kids watched with sheer amazement as I took each little birdie and placed her gently into their new abode. After I had transfered the heat lamp over and all four kiddos were perched around the outside peering in, an alarm went off.
The bars. Are they just a little too wide?
But before I could act on my instincts, the fiasco began.
Paralyzation set in as I watched my days-old chicks escape from the cage and wind their way through and around my children’s feet narrowly escaping a trompling death.
Luckily, the kids were as dumb-founded as I was, leaving me enough time to bark out an order:
“nobody move!”
And they (the kids) obeyed! Phew.
I soon had all 15 chicks safely tucked back into their original box and decided that animals that come to our house just better get used to the cardboard lifestyle. We all had to.
And just today I started thinking. In four months — give or take — we will have a total of 18 laying hens. I had to get a calculator (sorry Mrs. Neely) to figure how many eggs that will be a week: 126!!!
Can anyone say:
“Eggs for sale!”?
As seen in the Lawrence County Record
www.lawrencecountyrecord.com
Fifteen to be exact.
Yes, we purchased (willingly) 15 more things that eat, drink and poop like crazy and I’m starting to question my sanity.
I think this farm thing has gotten a little out of control! (And Matt’s still talking about getting — actually he’s already ordered — 15 MORE little winged broilers!)
See when Matt came to me eager to share about his “find” of the exact type of laying hen he wanted, I can truly say I was supportive.
My logic, cruel as it may sound, was that 15 sounds like a lot, but with cold nights and four very young kids we’re bound to lose a few, right?
Wrong! Three weeks later and all 15 are still flopping around! Can you believe it? I can’t!
But wait, our cute canary yellow-chicks have morfed into odd-colored, long necked maniacs!
And I thought kids were high maintenance.
These chicks get fed like 300 times a day and every time you lean over with a morsel of food they act famished.
And the water dish. It stays fresh looking maybe ene second after you place it into the box, and then they trample all sorts of interesting objects into it. AHHHHH!
It doesn’t help that I have four “helpers!”
Like back during the first few days the chicks came home, I thought I’d put them in this neat little “fancy” cage we had from some other farm adventure.
The kids watched with sheer amazement as I took each little birdie and placed her gently into their new abode. After I had transfered the heat lamp over and all four kiddos were perched around the outside peering in, an alarm went off.
The bars. Are they just a little too wide?
But before I could act on my instincts, the fiasco began.
Paralyzation set in as I watched my days-old chicks escape from the cage and wind their way through and around my children’s feet narrowly escaping a trompling death.
Luckily, the kids were as dumb-founded as I was, leaving me enough time to bark out an order:
“nobody move!”
And they (the kids) obeyed! Phew.
I soon had all 15 chicks safely tucked back into their original box and decided that animals that come to our house just better get used to the cardboard lifestyle. We all had to.
And just today I started thinking. In four months — give or take — we will have a total of 18 laying hens. I had to get a calculator (sorry Mrs. Neely) to figure how many eggs that will be a week: 126!!!
Can anyone say:
“Eggs for sale!”?
As seen in the Lawrence County Record
www.lawrencecountyrecord.com
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