No I am not talking take out chicken dinner, I am talking baby chicks. On Friday morning at 8:30 I got a call from the local post office to come pick up my box of baby chicks. I pulled on my shoes and got in my rig and drove to town to pick up my box.
When I got there, everyone was fascinated by a box that came through the mail that was full of loud peeping. Chicks in a box always cheep and peep, but this box was the loudest I had ever received. They wanted to know if I had done it before, which I had. They pepper me with more questions which I freely answered as I took my box and headed home. It is a fun time to introduce others to the process of chickens and eggs.
My 15 baby chicks they were all sorts of colors. Just the way I like it, pretty, different layers. My invoice was stamped with males for warmth. Bummer! For the first time of having extra chicks as packing peanuts, I could not tell who they were. I could not tell the difference between the chicks I wanted and the boy chicks I did not want. Bigger bummer! It means that I am going to have five boys that will be strutting around with testosterone fever shortly. It means nothing but trouble. So I am hoping they don’t fight much, leave the girls along and grow fast so they can go off to freezer camp in a few weeks.