So here we are, living in plain old sort-of-big-city Kansas on practically an entire acre, “wishing we were somehow here again…” oh, wait, that’s a song. Yeah, so we caught up with some of our amazing Peace Corps friends (we knew them LAST CENTURY!!!), and that made us think about the good old days.
We had chickens, when we lived in the tropical rainforest of Papua New Guinea, and when we lived in the bedroom community of Santa Maria, CA. We’ve gone long enough buying eggs from the grocery store, the health food store, or the farmer’s market. It was time. It was time to reclaim our heritage as farmers. It was time to restore our ‘rep’ as returned Peace Corps volunteers.
Also, we kept driving past Tractor Supply Corporation (who did not receive any remuneration from this product placement mention), and it is “Chick Days” all the way through Easter. In my defense, I survived SEVERAL trips to TSC (my favorite store) without buying any chicks or ducklings. But enough is enough – once Angie is on board, the tide is comin’ in! And there is no two ways about it.
We now share our laundry room with 3 baby Rhode Island Reds and 2 baby Barred Rocks. We bought a tin washtub, put pine (never cedar; the fumes will kill them) shavings in the bottom, 3 inches deep (should have been over newspaper, but I didn’t read the directions that carefully), along with a feeder, a waterer, and a heat lamp (TSC recommends a red bulb – not white) (I’m sure it didn’t have anything to do with the white bulbs being half the price of the red bulbs).
As soon as I master the art of photo addition to this blog, you too can see them! Yes, we will share and chronicle the lives of our 5 little pullets. We’ve named three of them, or at least the kids have.
Stay tuned for names and faces!