Yup, more new feathered critters flew in this morning. Or rather, came by Pony Express, aka the U.S. Postal Service.
They arrived exactly on the date expected and in seemingly very good shape.
We ordered 25 chicks split with our daughter so we each would have about a dozen new birds, all sexed . . . female, of course.
Straight out of the box and into the brooder they were oh-so-eager to eat and drink, drink, drink.
Then they all immediately went into a huddle under the heat lights to take away the chill from their journey. (We had frost again this morning.)
A stamp on the outside of the box said, "Extra chicks included for warmth." The actual number of chicks, counted as we placed them in the brooder, was 37! Goodness, that means we've ended up with a dozen more chicks than we ordered and paid for. You can't beat that for good will from the hatchery.
Now I'm wondering if the extra dozen are all . . . roosters?! If so, it's not a terrible, awful, bad thing as my freezer has been devoid of chicken meat for a while now.
What varieties did we order? We got a mixture of Speckled Sussex, Cuckoo Maran, and our favorites, Black Australorp. Dear Daughter has her own different varieties, and tonight when she picks hers up, we may be scratching our heads as we try to identify each variety of little chick. Plus, those extra twelve may add to the confusion. It should be interesting!
the quotidian (6.26.17)
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