I got home from work, did my chores and called my mom to let her know that I got home ok and was still alive (we never stop being moms, do we? lol). Well, my DD calls in. I, of course panic because she had just gotten to school (I work the deep night shift). Anyway, turns out the Ag dept at her school was trying to put on a petting zoo for the pre-K kids but all they could scrounge up was a heifer, a llama and a piglet. DD asked my to bring something, a chicken, anything, please, to the HS in the morning. (This is the kids that doesn't like animals and is apparantly embarrassed by mine). Needless to say, I loaded up every carrier and bird cage I had in the Jeep, bathed my frizzled cochin and my feed store silkie, mopped up the kitchen floor, walls, and ceiling (chickens don't like baths, I guess lol)and crawled off to bed. As soon as I got off work the next morning, I raced home, grabbed the now fluffy but still unhappy girls, my gold sex-link roo, Toast (who still needs to be neutered), a pair of Seramas, a pair of quail, a pair of ducks, and two baby cochins and shoved them into my poor Jeep. I also, just for grins, hard boiled a sampling of different colored eggs to show the kiddos what my chickens to for a living. Feeling a bit like a modern day Noah's ark, I fled for the school. I happily (albit, sleepily) set up a wading pool with shredded paper, surrounded it with an X-pen and turned the ducks, the cochin, the silkie and Toast in it. They were not pleased. Most of them had never even met before (everyone is kept in separate pens). THe Seramas had a bird cage to themselves as did the quail.
The kids liked the ducks (I learned something, Cuddy, the duck, cannot bear to be separated from Cameron, the drake). Since she was due to lay an egg, I took him out to let the kids pet him. She would fuss so badly, the kids asked my to put him back because it was mean for her to be left without him(kids can be so sweet). I thought the frizzle would be an instant hit. They petted her then andered back over to play in the bedding. Toast will guard anybody, the other birds were getting upset by being buried in paper so he placed himself between the kids and the rest of the birds, ducks included. My awesome boy.
What I thought was really cool, though was how excited the kids got when I pulled out the eggs. I was literally swarmed by them. I just wanted them to know where eggs come from (no, they don't just magically appear at the store....) They seemed to like that (and the shredded paper) most of all.
Bizarre children.
I loved every minute of it. I was fun. Can I make a living doing that? It's much more rewarding than my currant job.
Sweet little faces, bright little excited eyes.
Too much fun. Too cool.
I love my chickens and ducks, and quail.....
The kids liked the ducks (I learned something, Cuddy, the duck, cannot bear to be separated from Cameron, the drake). Since she was due to lay an egg, I took him out to let the kids pet him. She would fuss so badly, the kids asked my to put him back because it was mean for her to be left without him(kids can be so sweet). I thought the frizzle would be an instant hit. They petted her then andered back over to play in the bedding. Toast will guard anybody, the other birds were getting upset by being buried in paper so he placed himself between the kids and the rest of the birds, ducks included. My awesome boy.
What I thought was really cool, though was how excited the kids got when I pulled out the eggs. I was literally swarmed by them. I just wanted them to know where eggs come from (no, they don't just magically appear at the store....) They seemed to like that (and the shredded paper) most of all.
Bizarre children.
I loved every minute of it. I was fun. Can I make a living doing that? It's much more rewarding than my currant job.
Sweet little faces, bright little excited eyes.
Too much fun. Too cool.
I love my chickens and ducks, and quail.....
