This is my flock, we got them on may 1 in a sorta surprise for my mom and sister, the story:
We had planned on getting chickens from a decided store with decided breeds on may 11. We wanted to get 4 chickens but the planned store had a minimum order of 6 chickens
. One day (may first) when I got home from school my dad greeted me with “I found another place that sells chicks! Do you wanna go?!” My immediate response was “YES!!!” So we drove down to the store with no intention of buying chicks, we were just gonna “check it out”(it was just me and my dad, my sister and mom stayed home). This has probably happened to a lot of you where you go to just look and end up bringing them home
. When we arrived the chicks were there and we started looking at the breeds. There was no 6 chick minimum order sign so we were psyched(and we still to this day technically still only have a permit for 3 of our 6 chickens
) we decided to get the chicks then! We started picking out chicks, the ones I knew I wanted where 3 Barred rocks and a silver laced Wyandotte. We started choosing them and the employee asked us what other ones we wanted, she had dropped a bombshell on us- they too had a 6 chick minimum order! So we got the only 2 chicks left in one of the cages (a silver laced Wyandotte and a buff Orpington) but we still needed one more chick to fill the minimum. I randomly chose a Rhode Island Red. We kept the purchase a secret from the [human] girls. When we got home we decided to suprise them. We put the rir on the floor in the family room where they where lounging around. It was peeping and wandering around at their feet for about 5 minutes. We finally started hunting that we thought the loud cheeping sound was coming from “the slipper on the floor” my sister figured it out first and saw the chick but it took my mom another minute before she decided to look at the floor
. This is the moment she saw it:
these are the moments/days following it:
these are the girls today:
(these 2 are honey and ember, they are best friends and the most friendly chickens ever! It was all fate! If you’ll recall these 2 were the “extras”!)also it’s a funny story how honey got her name- she had poop on her butt and I had to clean it off(first hour with them)- as I brought her over too the bowl of warm water to rinse her off she was cheeping and crying, to comfort her I sad “it’s ok honey, its ok” and so we changed her name from sunny to honey
These are all the chickens fully grown today:
And as you can see me and ember are bestys(I don’t care that it’s not “cool” to enjoy the company and companionship of a chicken)
We had planned on getting chickens from a decided store with decided breeds on may 11. We wanted to get 4 chickens but the planned store had a minimum order of 6 chickens
. One day (may first) when I got home from school my dad greeted me with “I found another place that sells chicks! Do you wanna go?!” My immediate response was “YES!!!” So we drove down to the store with no intention of buying chicks, we were just gonna “check it out”(it was just me and my dad, my sister and mom stayed home). This has probably happened to a lot of you where you go to just look and end up bringing them home. When we arrived the chicks were there and we started looking at the breeds. There was no 6 chick minimum order sign so we were psyched(and we still to this day technically still only have a permit for 3 of our 6 chickens) we decided to get the chicks then! We started picking out chicks, the ones I knew I wanted where 3 Barred rocks and a silver laced Wyandotte. We started choosing them and the employee asked us what other ones we wanted, she had dropped a bombshell on us- they too had a 6 chick minimum order! So we got the only 2 chicks left in one of the cages (a silver laced Wyandotte and a buff Orpington) but we still needed one more chick to fill the minimum. I randomly chose a Rhode Island Red. We kept the purchase a secret from the [human] girls. When we got home we decided to suprise them. We put the rir on the floor in the family room where they where lounging around. It was peeping and wandering around at their feet for about 5 minutes. We finally started hunting that we thought the loud cheeping sound was coming from “the slipper on the floor” my sister figured it out first and saw the chick but it took my mom another minute before she decided to look at the floor. This is the moment she saw it:
These are all the chickens fully grown today:
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