At 7 am this morning, I got a call from the post office.
PO: Hello! You're chicks have arrived!
|All five babies|
|Happy little chicks|
Resisting the urge to pick them all up and squee over them all morning, I took some pictures, and watched them run around. My Buff Orpington seems to be the bully. Immediately she started pecking at the others, nipping their feet and feathers. I hope this isn't a bad thing. My Easter Egger is the cutest I think. My Australorp is the loud one. She was definitely the one making the most noise in the box, and she's the one who makes the loudest peep-peep. My silver-laced Wyandotte and my gold-laced Wyandotte seem to be small and frail, but both are very pretty.
|Buff Orpington, and the Wyandottes|
In a few days, I'll put down the pine shavings for the bedding. Not sure if I'm supposed to wait, but like parenting, it seems the advice on chickens can be contradictory. Don't use newspaper, use newspaper, don't use pine shavings for a week, that's nonsense- use it from the start...no one ever seems to agree. So I figured it can't hurt to wait a few days, so they learn what food is. I will also add something for them to roost on in a few days. I also need some grit, and something to put on top of the brooder. Mainly for their own protection. Right now I'm carefully watching the cat and the kids. I haven't shown Liam the chicks, for fear he'll keep going down and let the cat down there too. Hopefully we'll get a lock on the basement door soon.
|Australorp, ake Loud Beak the Great|
I'm so excited. It was this time last year that I really thought about getting some chickens. So it's something John and I have been talking about for a year, making plans and researching. I've been reading, so I knew how to take care of them, and we'll hopefully have our coop done in the next few weeks. That's probably the nerve-wrecking part- not getting that done. At worst, we could go out and buy something, but in the long term, converting our garden shed will work for the best. And it's probably the cheapest option, so long as we don't have to hire someone to do it, haha. Which might happen...John and I aren't quite known for our skills in construction. Even using a hammer and nail can be dangerous. Alright, maybe we're not that bad.
Now we need names. We have a Boco, and a Choco. I guess I have to be a good parent and let the kids name at least one...though that's worked so well in the past. Poor Guinea pig has gone from Winny, to Linny but is always called Guinea Pig. Maybe I can convince them to pick Cheep-Cheep...
|Super cool Easter Egger, AKA Choco|