Chickens for instance, specifically, baby chicks. When we bought the babies at eight-weeks old one week ago, the employee at the feed store said, "No way. They ain't a'gonna be ready for no coop this weekend." Okay, the coop wasn't ready for them anyway, but he said I'd have to drop the temperature by five degrees a week until they were at the outside temp. They set up home in my office with a heat lamp.
Sunday the heat lamp broke when I was switching them from the Tupperware tote to Mello's crate, and they didn't seem too upset. I left the overhead light on at night and sunshine through the closed windows during the day. I've not had the heat on for weeks now. The guy next door has his chickens hatch their own eggs and believe me, they are not in his house. Last time I went to look, they and the mama's were all shiny, plump, and very healthy.
Of course, when my daughter was here last week she jokingly sang the first line of the Green Acres song and I finished it.
Hi Donna, thanks for visiting my blog. I grew up with chickens, but we don't any here on our property. Just dogs, squirrels, lots of rabbits, and such. I'm thinking about your grandsons coming to visit. Do they like to camp? The Smokies Nat. Park is close and there's the Smoky Mt. Railroad. Surely there's plenty to keep them from being bored.
ReplyDeleteMy grandmother was born and partly raised in Dahlonega, so the N. Ga. mountains have always been special to me.
I remember 'Green Acres' too! Good luck with those babies!
ReplyDeleteI found your blog on Kathryn Stripling Byer's blog. I like your posting very much. I sure wish we had chickens. I would love to raise them. I grew up in the Blue Ridge Mountains of WNC, and love nature. I sure remember "Green Acres" too.
ReplyDeleteBrenda, thanks so much for stopping by. WNC was my original destination but fell in love with Blue Ridge. So far, the chickens are fun - a lot of work - but fun.
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