Chickie, Chickie, Chickie!
I’ve had a headache off and on for about two days now. Staring at the monitor has been murder! Therefore, you get the benefit of my not so awesome photography skills.
Last Friday Mike and I took Maggie to visit a local petting zoo. I had so much fun looking at the baby goats with Maggie that I forgot to take pictures of it. I usually can’t stand petting zoos but this one was actually super clean, really cute, and the animals all looked very happy.
On our way out we noticed that they had bantam chicks for about $2 a piece. We fell in love with them. We haven’t had a chicken around since Nero passed away.
We bought a few and headed home. Maggie adores them and calls all of them Chickie, which is fine because I guess it might be a while before we determine their genders. I believe only 2 of them are guaranteed to be female. We bought 3 different varieties. Two will keep the feathers on their legs (sort of like an old fashioned petticoat) and another one will have sort of a wild, Albert Einstein look to the feathers on the top of his head (I assume he’s a boy, he’s quite overbearing already) anyway, he’s black and yellow, should be really pretty.
We are really into natural pest control and we noticed with Nero that we really never saw any “bad” bugs in the backyard. I’m excited to get these little guys into the backyard, but right now they are just too tiny!
Zander is thrilled to have something to guard again. See how concerned he looks? He’s missed his rooster, poor thing.
For anyone who might be counting… our pet roster looks like this:
1 dog - Zander
2 cats - Molly and Liza Jane
1 Chinchilla - Sophie
Fish
Chickens
And yes, all of them are well loved.
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April 24, 2008 @ 4:17 am
The dog or cat won’t eat the chicks?
April 24, 2008 @ 4:57 am
I’m thinking the cats are way glad to see the chickies as well. Playtime.
Beamer
April 24, 2008 @ 4:58 am
Oh yeah, hope your head gets feeling better.
April 24, 2008 @ 6:13 am
You should start charging admission.
If the petting zoo can do it, surely you can too!
April 24, 2008 @ 7:10 am
i can’t believe no one has made some sort of insensitive “chick” related comment! I don’t think I can lower the quality of your blog by going there either…
April 24, 2008 @ 1:47 pm
And yet you don’t like petting zoos? Odd.
And they should be named Chickie, Chickee, and Chicky
April 24, 2008 @ 3:00 pm
that’s a farm, not a yard
April 24, 2008 @ 3:02 pm
two things, first: i am a goat whisperer. totally true story. i went to the state fair in Oregon and all these goats fell in love with me. it’s because i’m filled with goat light.
second: i have a long, winding chicken history. at one point we had about seventy of them. my father was into cock fighting (i know, awful, he was like that). my point is, every morning at the first crack of dawn, there they were, a bazillion roosters crowing at the dawn. it was hard for a sister to sleep.
we had this one pullet that we called Devil Da Boid. aw, she was cute. a bit of a devil though.
April 24, 2008 @ 3:08 pm
i can’t stop looking at the black and white chick. it’s because he’s staring at me with that side eye. it’s because he sees right to the very heart of me. LOOK AT HIM. I’M SRS.
April 24, 2008 @ 8:27 pm
This makes me want a chicken. We have too many pests. I wonder if it would fall into the pool though?