I ordered four chicks and a week before they arrived, I became impatient and had to drive an hour and a half to a feed store for three "starter" chicks.
Because so many chicks turn out to be roosters, I figured two over the city limit would be okay because at least two of the seven would be roosters. I got lucky. They are all pullets, Thank God. I'm so attached and I'd have a hard time giving one up because of its gender.
Then the neighborhood feed store decided to sell chicks. I REALLY wanted a couple. The buff orps were making eye contact and looking up at me so longingly. The bantams were so itty bitty, I just KNEW I had to take care of them myself. The buff laced polish were positively ADORABLE. I hemmed.... and hawed. My sister told me I was about to become an ANIMAL HOARDER!!! (hubs and I also have two dogs and five cats.)
I went back to the store a second time, and then had a second thought: What if I took a couple home with me and they were roosters? Egads! I know now at this point that I absolutely CAN become attached to chickens.
My third trip to the store was an eye-opener. The chicks were a little older now and the ones that were left were pecking each other silly. Missing feathers, blood-red backs.... I told the guy at the store to change the bulb from white to red to help calm them and mask the blood since chickens are attracted to it (DUH!!!). He never did change it, BTW. those poor little babies.
You see, I got so lucky with my girls. None were sick, none died, no aggressive peckers; although they were a week apart, I managed to integrate them successfully. Aside from a freak waterer malfunction that threatened to drown my chicks on my second day as a chicky-mama, everything went fairly smooth. Bringing in chicks that are already aggressively pecking one another might be a catastrophe.
What if THIS TIME, I am not so lucky? What if I can't take care of them all? What if they get sick? What if one is a rooster? What if the new ones teach the old ones to kill each other? Do I want to change more diapers (brooder chicks) when my girls are already potty-trained (outside-in-the-coop pullets)?
The big fat answer was "NO!" hahahahaha.
This chicky-mama's hands are FULL.
I never imagined the chicken-rearing process would become so addicting. If I weren't in the city, I'd probably be right there with you, filling up my yard with breeds I now find myself desperate for. They are beautiful creatures and I take videos on my cell phone just so I can watch them in bed before I go to sleep. Their little chortling noises make me happy. Two have started to lay, and when I go in the coop to check for eggs, I am always just amazed at how beautiful an egg can be. The next item on my shopping list is a video monitor so I can peek in on them just being chickens without my presence always causing a chicken tizzy.