Four Chicks and a Funeral
We made it through a busy week/weekend. My folks arrived from Texas (yeah!), dentist appts for all the girls, parent evening for Piper and Lela’s class, parent council meeting, jason’s day off trip to the zoo with the little girls, setting up for the Winter Faire, setting up for the Tour de Coop, getting signs made and hung for the animal care group at the girls school, running 11 miles on Saturday, working the winter faire from 9-5 Saturday and finally the Arcadia Edible Garden tour on Sunday.
So maybe I was fried by the weekend who knows. But whatever insanity was festering in my brain caused me to impulsively purchase 4 baby chicks and a brooder. Yes that is right we are raising chicks in our kitchen under a heat lamp. OMG I have officially gone over the edge. Never mind that we are not allowed to have “poultry” in our neighborhood, just the fact that I am okay with house chickens for the next 12 weeks is just insane. Having said all that the girls were over the moon for the chickens. Piper is still over the moon but she is my chicken whisperer. Lela was over the moon until her chicken pooped. Then she wanted one of the other chickens “that doesn’t poop.” I have assured her and she has now witnessed that all the chickens poop. I am not so sure she is interested in the chickens anymore. That was QUICK, like 24 hours for her to go from “my own pet” to “no thanks.” LOL!
So we have four chicks. Phoebe is in lust over the chicks. She cries for the chicks, she whines for the chicks, she gets in to the brooder braving the 100 degree plus heat lamp to try to get the chicks. And today she squeezed one of the chicks so hard that I fear for its life, hence the funeral. I put the chicks in a witness protection program and relocated them to the laundry room. I am hoping that the little gal will be okay but only time will tell. I had someone tell me today that not all my chicks would make it to adulthood….hmmmmm maybe I am not cut out for chick raising:)
Now Landis and Phoebe have an upper respiratory cold, blech. So this week isn’t starting out to be so stellar. I suppose this is the “payment” for going going going last week.