Got a call at 6:00AM this morning from the local post office telling me they have a cheeping box for me to pick up. I wasn’t expecting them to arrive until tomorrow at the earliest, so I had to scramble to get a temporary home set up for them. Happy to report that all the chicks made the journey safely to the Grovestead.
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yum! I won’t show the kids this picture.
I’m laughing at Troy’s comment because – yes.
I’m a new follower to your adventures; when I read you were going to get chickens to butcher, I thought, “Oh boy.” It’s hard to look at those little fuzz balls and see fried wings, you know?
Tricky one, but part of farm life. I’ve been trying to teach Ivar early that we’re raising these ones for food. He gets it, but not sure how it will go later…