I got my first chicks April 15, twelve pullets, or, at least, that's what I paid for. But you know how that goes... One turned out to be a roo, and we can't keep a roo, so we found him a home with a new flock of girls to take care of, with, as it turns out, a close friend of my younger daughter who lives just down the road. I'm glad we'll be able to keep tabs on him, and that he won't be going to freezer camp, as long as he behaves himself.
No questions, just a photo journal of our little" is s/he or isn't s/he?" adventure:
At Day Five, I already knew this Production Red chick was different. She was small and not feathering in as quickly as the others. They didn't have names yet, but I called her Little Red.
At Day Fourteen, Little Red was way behind...
And then, on Day Twenty Five...ACK!! What is that?! We named her Ruby, but cautiously...
Maybe if I ignore it, it will go away...Day Thirty Six. SIGH.
Okay, this might still be a pullet. I mean, what do I know, maybe she's just...different. I held out hope but began to make plans.
Day Fifty Seven. I give up. It's a roo. Ruby is a Rudy. But at least he has a good home, and I can enjoy him for a little while longer while his new coop is built, and his new girls grow up a bit. But I think these girls might miss him a bit...
I think he's gonna be a pretty boy...I start calling him Jack for no reason except it suits him.
So, we're into Week Thirteen; what do you think? Roo or pullet??!! Please reply ASAP! I'm on tenterhooks here! NOT.
No questions, just a photo journal of our little" is s/he or isn't s/he?" adventure:
At Day Five, I already knew this Production Red chick was different. She was small and not feathering in as quickly as the others. They didn't have names yet, but I called her Little Red.
At Day Fourteen, Little Red was way behind...
And then, on Day Twenty Five...ACK!! What is that?! We named her Ruby, but cautiously...
Maybe if I ignore it, it will go away...Day Thirty Six. SIGH.
Okay, this might still be a pullet. I mean, what do I know, maybe she's just...different. I held out hope but began to make plans.
Day Fifty Seven. I give up. It's a roo. Ruby is a Rudy. But at least he has a good home, and I can enjoy him for a little while longer while his new coop is built, and his new girls grow up a bit. But I think these girls might miss him a bit...
I think he's gonna be a pretty boy...I start calling him Jack for no reason except it suits him.
So, we're into Week Thirteen; what do you think? Roo or pullet??!! Please reply ASAP! I'm on tenterhooks here! NOT.
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