I have found myself unable to sleep at night since I ordered my chicks. They aren't due until next Wednesday (possibly Tuesday), yet I'm still so ridiculously excited and anxious at the same time.
So, what is a bored mom-to-be to do? Well, apparently paint all future chicken-related containers. So far I've converted an old parmesan cheese container (the cylindrical kind) into a holder for the parakeet grit, the shake/pour option is great....and proceeded to decorate it with grass, baby chicks, and 'CHICK GRIT' in big bold letters. Next came an old cat litter bucket (fully cleaned, of course) that will house the starter feed, which dons the title 'Chickin Feed'. Now I've started painting the future scratch-bucket. That scratch bucket that I probably will not be using for quite a while yet. When this is finished, I'm tempted to go outside, in the dead of night mind you, and find the perfect piece of tree park to convert into a sign for the chicken coop.....which hasn't even been started because of rain. It's lunacy, I tell ya!
Next Wednesday better hurry up or I fear the family will call the loony barn on me! That just won't do because I couldn't possibly enjoy my new babies from a padded cell
So, what is a bored mom-to-be to do? Well, apparently paint all future chicken-related containers. So far I've converted an old parmesan cheese container (the cylindrical kind) into a holder for the parakeet grit, the shake/pour option is great....and proceeded to decorate it with grass, baby chicks, and 'CHICK GRIT' in big bold letters. Next came an old cat litter bucket (fully cleaned, of course) that will house the starter feed, which dons the title 'Chickin Feed'. Now I've started painting the future scratch-bucket. That scratch bucket that I probably will not be using for quite a while yet. When this is finished, I'm tempted to go outside, in the dead of night mind you, and find the perfect piece of tree park to convert into a sign for the chicken coop.....which hasn't even been started because of rain. It's lunacy, I tell ya!
Next Wednesday better hurry up or I fear the family will call the loony barn on me! That just won't do because I couldn't possibly enjoy my new babies from a padded cell




