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?