Sunday, September 16, 2007

Next Time


I won't be so alarmed when my husband tells me he's going out to pick up some chicks.

He went in with a colleague to buy these little guys and gals, but the hatchery shorted their order by eight chickens. The hatchery isn't sure which ones were left out so we have no idea what kind these are. But here they are, three days old and requiring much less maintenance than the other new creature in our house.

6 comments:

Jenny said...

So Jay now has CHICKENS? He's well on the way to country boy! :)
If he needs any chicken-raising advice, my dad is just full of it!! :)

Kat E said...

OK, just get a goat and you will have fulfilled all of my country living dreams! You didnt tell him he was nuts for bringing home new animals at the same time as a new baby? Please tell me you're just going to eat the eggs...I don't want to hear about any chicken beheadings!

Montana Dave said...

Oh yeah, this is how it starts. Before long it isn't just a few chicks, it is midnight runs to the post office to pick up the latest batch before they freeze, and the noise and the smell...[ahhhh, flashback]

Also, think really hard and re-read my blog before getting a goat.

Christine said...

I'm not sure what is more intriguing now .. the whole baby thing or the whole chick thing ...

martha said...

AHHHGHGHGHGHHHHH! I love them.

Dave, *a goat* is not *14 goats*!

anna said...

You know we're beaming over here. Brings back lots of fond memories of our chicks. Does Josh love watching them?

And yeah 1 goat is way better then 14. We love our gal. Sydney got to feel the baby kick the other day. She's a great garbage disposal as well (well as long as it's veggies and fruits she's disposing of). Though she does yell out "WoooMaaaN" sometimes but that's just hilarious!