After waiting through several possible hatch dates, our new batch of little chickies finally arrived this morning.
Here they are in their shipping box (yes, there are 26 of them in there) looking a little weary, cramped, hungry, thirsty and maybe a bit chilled after their two day road trip.
We were really worried that the extensive flooding of areas between the hatchery and here would prove to be disastrous for their journey but they arrived on time and all looking pretty good.
They're in their brooder now, eating and drinking, and making themselves at home.
I don't think I'd want to be in the hatchery business. This place that we've ordered our chicks from for several years is a family business run by great people and their stock has always proven to grow into healthy and robust birds. However, this year they've had their problems. They had two incubators malfunction and lost 1,200 eggs. (Make you feel any better, Carolyn?) What a blow. Then the hens of one of the breeds we ordered started eating their eggs. Good golly, if it ain't one thing, it's another.
So we accepted some substitutions for the breeds we originally ordered. I can't tell you off the top of my head what we ended up getting and Papa Pea has the papers somewhere up in his office. I can't seem to lay my hands on them and the dear man is, as we speak, dealing with a stubborn leak in the water filtration system we installed yesterday so I don't think this is a good time to bother him. Or talk to him. Or be in the same room with him.
I'll do another post on the little fluff balls with more info later.
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