We have had quite the up and down day in Orr Chickenland (kind of has a ring to it - maybe I need to change the name of our farm??) Anyhew... first there was the awesome hatch of our Biele girl, then there was a used coop from CL we went to go see for $40 in fairly decent shape (going to need extra room for the new hatches!), and the purchase (cringe...sorry. i really don't like supporting the big hatcheries) of a couple BLRW chicks from a farm store because my daughter's face made me do it - oh, and we are not sure if our Biele will have any friends from this hatch... but mostly it was DD's face. Then things kind of fell apart... my sweet DH and I went to go take apart the coop and it torrentially downpoured on us... like we were suddenly in the Amazon or something... while we worked to get the "new to us" coop taken apart enough to fit in our van.... ugh... and it did not fit. Not even close. Thankfully, we know a lovely young man who just bought a big truck. Bless his 21year old muscles, he not only helped us load it, but brought it out to the house, unloaded, and stayed and talked chicken with us a moment then left (with 20$ in his pocket for his troubles)... but back up. While we were transporting the coop home, my sweet daughter called, completely upset. It took a while to figure out between sobs, that one of the newly purchased chicks had gotten itself crammed behind the heating pad somehow and had suffocated. Oh no -the poor baby! So, new Biele in the bator is going to have to come out to the brooder soon to keep the remaining lonely little farm store bird from crying. But, there's still a pipped egg in there that I do not want to de-humidify. So, as I write this rambling tale, the daughter is snuggling baby-farm-store until I can safely remove baby-not-farm-store from said bator. Whew. Pour me a glass of wine.
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