The Chickies

Discussion in 'Pictures & Stories of My Chickens' started by Magic Birdie, Nov 2, 2011.

  1. Magic Birdie

    Magic Birdie Overrun With Chickens

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    For all the people who wonder why I don't have chickens.

    Yes, it's weird. That's the way the teacher wanted it. It's a memoir we did for school.


    I was getting into the car excitedly. I slammed the door and impatiently waited for my dad to get on after me. He sluggishly crawled in, and turned the engine on. The car pulled out of the driveway. I couldn’t sit still, I was so impatient. I had waited almost two years for this one moment.
    After the seemingly endless drive to the post office was finally over, I burst out of the car, talking nonstop about how great this was and how excited I was. Still talking as fast as I can, I ran into the post office. After my dad slowly stomped in after me, the post office staff handed me a small white cardboard box with holes in it. On the sides were the words, “Live Animals, Handle with Care”. I excitedly took it, can’t waiting to open it.
    And then my alarm woke me.
    I sat up, realizing that it was just a dream.
    But it was real.
    Or at least it was going to be real. It was all going to happen. The glowing red light of the brooder set up in my room reassured me of that. That nothing could go wrong this time.
    It all started when I went to a friend’s house. They had three chicks, a few weeks old, old enough to live outside. The black one, the girl, was greyish black with a few downy light grey feathers sticking out. The pale golden boys were a yellow-orange speckled. They didn’t have a coop, and just let their chicks roam around outside, and they were fed rice (Which both are obviously wrong to do). We spent the next half an hour playing with them, mostly chasing after them, until my eye ran into a branch.
    I told my mom that I wanted chickens too, and she said yes!
    In a year, that is.
    So during that year, I researched a ton.
    The next time I saw my friend, her chicks died (Probably from not being treated properly), and she had new ones. It was at her birthday party.
    The chicks were a downy golden color (Probably Buff Orpingtons), and ran around her yard like miniature dinosaurs. The whole time at her birthday party, I was holding my favorite chick of the five, the “runt”. I held her outside, inside, playing with her dog, eating pizza, and getting pooped on.
    I begged her for that chick, I said that I would give her $20 for the chick, when chicks at the feed store or a hatchery are around two dollars, depending on the breed. “No” was the only answer I got. I went back to her backyard a few hours later, and looked for “my” chick under the bushes. She recognized me, and came running to me across the grass that was almost as tall as she was.
    My friend was so lucky.
    So while I put my eye on a hatchery’s website’s availability, I researched breeds and calculated egg production and coop making with the other.
    Finally, after months of waiting, I could order chicks at my favorite hatchery. My mom was in Philadelphia, and my dad said no. I waited. My mom was in Rochester, said no, and went back to Philadelphia. My dad said no. My mom was again in Philadelphia, and my dad said no. It went on like that for at least three months.
    Finally, when my mom was back from Philadelphia, she very painfully agreed. We ordered a peeping package of 12 one day old chicks from My Pet Chicken hatchery. The chicks would arrive in 113 days.
    And so the wait began.
    I ordered the chicks on February 28th, 2011. I still remember that cold, exciting night when my mom sat at the computer, staring at the screen, while I showed her the breeds I wanted to get like it was yesterday. After a year and three months of careful research and difficult decisions, I could finally stop worrying about availability, staring at the computer, and wondering when my mom would finally agree.
    The day of June 20th, 2011 will always be remembered. Why? It would have been the day I got my chickies. The day that was always on my mind. The only one that was circled on my calendar.
    Every day, my mind was filled with images of fluffy cuteness. Of picking up our package at the post office. I couldn’t get the thought of picking up our imaginary chicks out of my mind. It was frozen into my head. And just like my dream, when I was just about to open the small, peeping box, everything freezes. I pushed my mind to go on, but it wouldn’t. Not until we would get the chickies.
    The night before the big day, I set up the brooder, where the chicks would live in my room. It took an hour, but finally, I was done. I turned the heat lamp on for the night to test it, like you’re supposed to. Sure it was hot, (And this was in June), but its glowing red light was beautiful. I could just imagine the fuzzy little feathered dinosaurs crowding around the heat lamp, looking so alive, so curious and fragile. The brooder looked dark, drab, and empty without them. I imagined how they would fall asleep headfirst on my hand, or how they would flutter around cheeping in the brooder.
    The next morning, I gave my dad strict instructions on what to do if the post office calls.
    At school, all I could think of was the chickies. And what’s wrong with that after waiting a year and 113 days for them? I annoyed everyone by being chicken crazy.
    When I got back from school, the post office still hadn’t called. I figured that they would later.
    I was wrong. They never did.
    My mom, who spends a lot of time in Philadelphia, decided to move there. This not only meant that we would have to move to a horrible, birdless place, it also meant that I wouldn’t get something I’ve waited a year, three monts, and 113 days with fluffy cuteness in my head.
    The chickies
    My mom made me take the brooder down, and with it, went my hopes of ever getting a chicken. Depression took the place of vanished hope.
    Now, I’ll do the math. One year hanging onto the promise, three months begging my parents, 113 miserable but exciting days spent waiting for a package that would never arrive. Add the months begging and the time spent waiting, and it’s 95% of a year. Add the first year, and it’s 195% of a year. What if it were you wanting something so bad, waiting almost two years just to be told you weren’t going to get it?
    So what have I learned from this? Don’t trust parents. My mom doesn’t do 91% of what she said she would, and my dad is just hopeless. Don’t expect anything good to happen. You’ll only be disappointed.

    Yeah, it's long [​IMG]
     
  2. Chick15

    Chick15 Chillin' With My Peeps

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    That was really good! We are learning about memoirs too, but we haven't written ones yet, when I do though, it will be about my chickens. I hope you get chickens sometime [​IMG]



    Oh and did you order the chicks and they did not come? or did your mom not order them? i found that kinda confusing....
     
  3. Chick15

    Chick15 Chillin' With My Peeps

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    woah woah woah woah woah... you dont have chickens, yet have made 2 thousand and how many posts ?!?!?!
    [​IMG]
     
  4. DUCKGIRL89

    DUCKGIRL89 Chillin' With My Peeps

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    Oh birdies!!!! Im sorry! [​IMG] it took me MONTHS to get my first ducklings! It was a VERY long wait! But totally worth it! Im sorry they never came!!! [​IMG]
     
  5. ChickInDelight

    ChickInDelight Never an Empty Nest

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    Be better than your parents and keep your word always. When you cannot keep promises, explain why they were not met.

    You are obviously a chicken lover. My mom always told me I could have pets when I have a home of my own - and do I ever have pets now!

    Your day will come and it will be more fantastic for the wait. Hang in there.
     
  6. Magic Birdie

    Magic Birdie Overrun With Chickens

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    Quote:Thanks! [​IMG]
     
  7. Magic Birdie

    Magic Birdie Overrun With Chickens

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    Quote:That's not unusual [​IMG]
     
  8. Magic Birdie

    Magic Birdie Overrun With Chickens

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    Quote:Months?!?! Months are nothing! [​IMG]

    Sorry. Yeah, it is a long time to wait. Glad you got yours! [​IMG]
     
  9. ChickieBooBoo

    ChickieBooBoo Cold Canadian Chick

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    Quote:The Games Jokes and Fun section doesn't require you to have chickens
     
  10. ChickieBooBoo

    ChickieBooBoo Cold Canadian Chick

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    If your parents might be moving, then it would be a good idea to wait until you do move. Otherwise you might be forced to give up the chicks you've waited so long to get. Philadelphia isn't chicken-less, hatcheries will ship anywhere in the US. Trying moving to Canada [​IMG]
     

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