PROLOGUE: One day three weeks ago, Aeropennchick and her DH had an hour to kill before an eye Dr. appt. Aero suggests they visit the mall and get pedicures (which they have never done, but sounded like the sort of thing people do in preparation for flip flops, and the weather had been unseasonably warm). DH reminds his wife that he does not own flip flops, nor does he have any desire to purchase them in the foreseeable future. This was not the only protest, but it was the only G rated one. Why don't we visit the Tractor Supply, honey? I was in there yesterday for lawnmower blades and they had peeps! Well this was a readily accepted substitute for a pedicure. After staring at the three day old chicks for about five minutes, and speaking quietly among themselves, our fearless couple decides that Today Is The Day that we finally take our first step toward self sufficiency. We need to start using our thirty acres! And we should definitely start...with a few of these fuzzy little guys. After picking the brain of a very helpful chick care expert at the TSC, four red pullets and two buff orpingtons were stuffed in a box and accompanied the pair to the eye Dr, and then to their new home. Purchased: Ware Chick-N-Hutch - on sale for $99.99 Waterer and Feeder - one gallon hanging type - $4.99 each Electrolyte powder mix for the water - $5.99 Waaay too big bag of chick starter crumbles - $9.99 Brooder thermometer - $1.99 6 chicks - about $14.00 Chapter 1: The chicks come home! To make the hutch coop into a brooder, the front edge was lined with cardboard from some old shipping boxes, and the perch was used as a hangar for the feeder and waterer using a few nails and two old wire coat hangars. The coat hangars allowed for the height to be adjusted as the feathered kids got taller. An old piece of scrap 2x2 was screwed onto one corner and a light and red bulb was screwed into that, so the height could be adjusted for temperature without causing too much damage to the hutch itself. he The chicks loved their new home, and the furry kids were very interested in the new additions to the family. The dachshund, in fact, thought this was a personal gift for him, and shark-attacked his sister, the coonhound, in her nose when she got too close. This mistaken assumption was immediately corrected by our fearless couple. Not everything in the house belongs to this dachshund, after all.