Good Morning Chick-Anonymous!
It is always a good omen to start the day with new chicks in the 'bator! And happy chick calls in the dining room. Wait, who am I kidding? Dining room = poultry preschool and nursery. I had friends over for dinner last night, we all ate on TV trays in the living room while the little chicklettes enjoyed the sprawling expanse of my dining room table. My brand new sportmans hums in the background. My friend is a little afraid of it. Says it will become like Hal in that movie from the '80's. "I am sorry Kristie, I cannot let you do that". That could be the beginning of the chicken Apocalypse! All my zombie chickens (aka Cornish crosses) are lurking and waiting to pounce on the first one up. Rule of the house: First one up feeds the zombies! These guys may be a little slow on the draw, but they definitely have a solid grasp of who should feed them and when (everyone and all the time). I was up late into the wee hours of the morning walking my tax guy and his kids through their first traumatic bout of pasty butt. The chick made it! Jake the turkey tom to gobbling to beat the band because his "ladies" haven't been allowed in the run yet, due to zombie feeding time delay. Do you ever wonder how this happened to your nice, calm and relatively normal life?
It is always a good omen to start the day with new chicks in the 'bator! And happy chick calls in the dining room. Wait, who am I kidding? Dining room = poultry preschool and nursery. I had friends over for dinner last night, we all ate on TV trays in the living room while the little chicklettes enjoyed the sprawling expanse of my dining room table. My brand new sportmans hums in the background. My friend is a little afraid of it. Says it will become like Hal in that movie from the '80's. "I am sorry Kristie, I cannot let you do that". That could be the beginning of the chicken Apocalypse! All my zombie chickens (aka Cornish crosses) are lurking and waiting to pounce on the first one up. Rule of the house: First one up feeds the zombies! These guys may be a little slow on the draw, but they definitely have a solid grasp of who should feed them and when (everyone and all the time). I was up late into the wee hours of the morning walking my tax guy and his kids through their first traumatic bout of pasty butt. The chick made it! Jake the turkey tom to gobbling to beat the band because his "ladies" haven't been allowed in the run yet, due to zombie feeding time delay. Do you ever wonder how this happened to your nice, calm and relatively normal life?