Steam Powered Chicken
Songster
Wednesday I got the call. And almost began hyperventilating.
I had been squealing randomly with joy for a week prior to this call. Imagining the fluffy little poofs that were on their way. Dreaming of far off eggs... But here I was, with a house guest (She is living her chicken dreams through me since she can't have them where she lives), in the middle of a snowstorm in Wisconsin, being told that indeed... the babies were delivered and ready for pick up.
The day before was clear, the day after..... and the day after that clear as well.
Of course.. they come when the world looks like the inside of a snowglobe and the roads are ice rinks.
So I hiked up my big girl drawers, and took to the road with my faithful friend, and a blanket to retrieve our girls.
When I got into the Post Office I found I had to wait in line. I didn't really... wait so much as tapdance from side to side like a toddler with a full bladder. When it was my turn, I stuttered, stammered, and finally squeaked out that I was there for my chicks. After I gave them all the forms of identification that they required, I was handed a battered and wet box that was full of angry cheeping. Too afraid of opening it there, I bundled it up in the light blanket, and carefully made it back to the car.
Luckily we all made it home in one piece, and we opened the box to find my eight girls alive, unharmed, and huddled in a tight ball in the corner of their tiny nest box.
Since then they've survived:
- a cleaning of their brooder box (how many times a week or month should I clean it???)
- getting full of poop cuz of the paper towels for their first day. (I changed them every two hours and it was ridiculous.)
- eating wood chips (I put them down before bed time because I was afraid of what would happen if I slept while they had paper towels full of poo)
-not being big enough to eat from the feeder or waterer when on bricks, so wood chips everywhere. (Thank heavens they can now, but the ones who like to scratch still make it a thing. XD)
-establishing a pecking order
-being visited by friends who watched their antics.
-the power going out (we put in hand warmers and hot water bottles till it came back on).
-my ineptness in helping the two with pasty butt. (Their vents haven't been closed, just poop around their bums, and it's been really hard to get it off, and I'm scared of hurting them, and oh god why did I think I'd be good at this?!?!?!?!)
With that said, I'd like to introduce my little ladies and a bit about them.... I'll give each a post on this thread. <3
I had been squealing randomly with joy for a week prior to this call. Imagining the fluffy little poofs that were on their way. Dreaming of far off eggs... But here I was, with a house guest (She is living her chicken dreams through me since she can't have them where she lives), in the middle of a snowstorm in Wisconsin, being told that indeed... the babies were delivered and ready for pick up.
The day before was clear, the day after..... and the day after that clear as well.
Of course.. they come when the world looks like the inside of a snowglobe and the roads are ice rinks.
So I hiked up my big girl drawers, and took to the road with my faithful friend, and a blanket to retrieve our girls.
When I got into the Post Office I found I had to wait in line. I didn't really... wait so much as tapdance from side to side like a toddler with a full bladder. When it was my turn, I stuttered, stammered, and finally squeaked out that I was there for my chicks. After I gave them all the forms of identification that they required, I was handed a battered and wet box that was full of angry cheeping. Too afraid of opening it there, I bundled it up in the light blanket, and carefully made it back to the car.
Luckily we all made it home in one piece, and we opened the box to find my eight girls alive, unharmed, and huddled in a tight ball in the corner of their tiny nest box.
Since then they've survived:
- a cleaning of their brooder box (how many times a week or month should I clean it???)
- getting full of poop cuz of the paper towels for their first day. (I changed them every two hours and it was ridiculous.)
- eating wood chips (I put them down before bed time because I was afraid of what would happen if I slept while they had paper towels full of poo)
-not being big enough to eat from the feeder or waterer when on bricks, so wood chips everywhere. (Thank heavens they can now, but the ones who like to scratch still make it a thing. XD)
-establishing a pecking order
-being visited by friends who watched their antics.
-the power going out (we put in hand warmers and hot water bottles till it came back on).
-my ineptness in helping the two with pasty butt. (Their vents haven't been closed, just poop around their bums, and it's been really hard to get it off, and I'm scared of hurting them, and oh god why did I think I'd be good at this?!?!?!?!)
With that said, I'd like to introduce my little ladies and a bit about them.... I'll give each a post on this thread. <3