I just finally did a feather assessment and a late night check and found that it was time to turn off the heat lamp on this year's new layers. I put away the light, cleaned out the brooders and was pretty much pleased. Then my wife agreed to let me get some meat birds. Hooray! So I unpack the light, setup the larger brooder and put in 12 little chicken dinners in training. This afternoon, my wife goes to the feed store...and leaves clutching a box with six easter eggers (mislabled ameri-notwhateverthatis or arac-alsonotthiseither).
So I setup the small brooder. And the light. And the feeders. And the waterers.
At least this time it wasn't me. That counts for something, right?
Now I have to sell of 20(!) of my others to reach my flock max (meaties don't count - they are going away to camp in a month and a half).
Sigh!
On the plus side, day old chicks are really, really cute and my wife has claimed these as "hers", so I'm sort of thinking it doesn't count against my limit, right?
So I setup the small brooder. And the light. And the feeders. And the waterers.
At least this time it wasn't me. That counts for something, right?
Now I have to sell of 20(!) of my others to reach my flock max (meaties don't count - they are going away to camp in a month and a half).
Sigh!
On the plus side, day old chicks are really, really cute and my wife has claimed these as "hers", so I'm sort of thinking it doesn't count against my limit, right?
