OK, so it is no secret that I had all intentions of getting more chicks at the feed store last night.. I knew it, and had come to terms with the fact that I was going to do it.. then I did a horrible thing!
So as to lessen the burden of "ohh Lordy, you got MORE chickens!" that I knew would come from my family.. I took my son with me to the feed store. Not to stop me, mind you, but because I KNEW, that if he went in with me, and saw those sweet fluffy butts, he would beg me for a few more. And how would I be able to resist the pleas of my sweet 14 year old baby? Well, he didn't even ask! I was on the phone with my grandmother, and had asked for the 25 ound bag of chick starter, and when I turned around, he was squating next to the chick bins, pointing out the bantie RIR he wanted. "What are you doing!?" I said, feigning indignation.. "Mom, I have my own money.. I'm buying a chick." so I said, "Well, if you are getting that one.. I want the little black and silver one..." 
Meet Robin Hood
		
		
	
	
And Abigail
I AM SUCH A BAD ADDICT!! It's like people who hide drugs in their babies diapers.. only not illegal, or detrimental to the child's health.. hey- maybe I'm not so bad after all!