The long awaited moment. The moment you have all been waiting for! The debut of our new baby chicks!
Isn't he just adorable? We were told that chicks need to be left in the house for about six weeks before they can go outside. In the evenings, they need a heat lamp.
We decided on a more modern breed. Instead of a heating lamp, some Wii nun chucks.
Isn't this just the most adorable chick you've ever seen?? AND!!! It's potty trained!
Drum roll please...... Our little ladies have arrived. As is the case with just about everything I do, not without a story. Allow me a moment to tell.
But before I do, notice anything funky about one of our little ladies?
Now? Hideous isn't she? I can't believe I let the chicken seller guy talk me into getting a bare neck chicken. Her name is Milly. Milly is short for 'Mahana you ugly' (From the film Johnny Lingo). The chicken guy said she'd be a conversation piece. I don't know about that but I will tell you, Levi picked her out and she is his.
|Hi! My name is Alice. I am very content to spend hours sleeping on Henny Penny's lap.|
The story: Once upon a time, there was an old lady who lived with a lot of shoes and didn't know what to do. One day, she decided she wanted chickens. Three years she waited and when this year came around, she declared it thus, this was the year of the chickens!
|This is Ruth, or as Mr. J says...... Roof.|
She was told by many that when she got the baby chicks they would need to be in the house for six weeks in a box under a heat lamp. Being told thus, she figured that not having a chicken coop wasn't a problem. In the six weeks that the baby chicks would be inside, the old lady and her sexy scout master could build the chicken coop she'd dreamed up.
|This little lady is named Liza. Mr. M calls her Lizzy.|
The day arrived. The sexy scout master was off with....... the scouts camping. The little old lady hopped in her car and took off to chicken land. When she arrived, she was told by the head chicken honcho that no, she didn't want new baby chicks. She only wanted hens, beings as she lives in town and isn't allowed to have a rooster unless she wants the constable breathing down her neck. Little baby chicks have to be pullets before you can tell if they be hes or shes.
The little old lady picked out the chickies she wanted and headed home but not before calling her mother to let her know what she wanted sung at her funeral. The little old lady knew that when the sexy scout master got home from his camping trip and saw the chickens and not baby chickies, feathers were going to hit the fan. WHERE ARE WE GOING TO PUT THEM???? No hen house..... minor detail.
The little old lady thought of all sorts of ways she could soften the blow. Hide the chickies. Nope. That wouldn't work. Stand in high heels with nothing else on but the chickies tied together making a feather boa. Nope. Not worth it........
The SM drove up and the little old lady grabbed the first chickie she could and with a brave face went to meet her doom. She failed to notice she'd grabbed the one that looks like a vulture...... it didn't help her cause. Where in the world did she dredge up that thing? What was it? A turkey? Did she catch a wild baby turkey?
|Reality television at its best.|
I have bragged many a time on this here blog about what a saint The SM is. The end of this story is proof. I'm still here to tell the tale and the chickies are stashed in the rabbit hutch until their high rise pent house can be built.......
|Milly and Levi|
We've six little ladies. When I called my baby sis and told her we needed to come up with some names, she had a fabulous idea. The names are:
|Alice and Henny Penny|
Milly, Dorcas, Ruth, Liza, Sarah, and Alice.
Here's a hint as to where the names came from. If we had seven...... the seventh would be named Martha. If we had seven...... we'd have to find seven brothers.