Here a Chick, There a Chick, Everywhere a Chick, Chick
Today on the way home from a field trip to a cave in more southern Indiana, the kids and I stopped at a farm store and picked up a dozen chicks and their paraphernalia. Whether to get chicks or not this spring has been a much discussed question in our home the past weeks, with proponents on either side. Most of the children who have to clean the barn were vocal in their disapproval of adding more of the messy, smelly creatures. I on the other hand, have long wanted chicks, and our poultry population has declined to just two useless (but cute!) roosters. Tim, who eats eggs nearly every day, prefers the fresh ones we had last summer to the store-bought version, so he’d already given his approval.
We ended up choosing three varieties: Barred Plymouth Rocks, Buff Orffingtons, and “Production Reds.” Theoretically all are female. They’ve taken up residence in a box in Andrew’s room for their first month or so, where we can easily regulate the temperature in their container. I’m not sure what he’ll do when he comes home for Easter, but we’ll figure something out. (His reaction upon hearing about them was – “Argh! LOL”)
For a hilarious piece on the sad demise of his family’s chickens, check out Josh Harris’s blog of Feb. 28, 2006.