Chick Update

Well, the chicks are eight days old and are growing like weeds.


To refresh your memory, this is what the chicks looked like when they arrived last week.


This is how big they are today.


They have all lost their “egg tooth” which they needed to hatch from the egg and their feathers are starting to replace the down they have when they hatched.


The first feathers that come in are the wing feathers. Followed by the tail feathers and then body feathers.

As you can see from the picture, their wing feathers are just about in. This is instrumental because one of the first thing that the chicks need to do is fly to a roost and get off the ground to stay safe from predators.


You can see this one’s tail feathers here. It liked being perched up on my leg and looking around.


My 6 year old daughter finally got one to eat out of her hand. We are making sure to sit with them each day in the little run outside their house. We want them to be tame and gentle and the best way to do this is to have contact with us daily to earn their trust.


These little guys are curious about the outside world, but still undecided about whether or not to venture outside.


These brave little chicks finally got up the courage to see what exactly the outside world is all about.


Chloe, our chihuahua, is also curious about the chicks.

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September 23, 2009. Home and Garden. 2 comments.

The chicks are here!!

I wrote an entire entry and posted it only to realize that nothing showed up but the title.

So here is basically what I wrote about my cute little chicks.

They were shipped to me in a box from Iowa using the US Postal Service.

We have 29 chicks. 25 pullets (girl chickens that will grow into hens), 3 rooster, and 1 mystery chick. See if you can pick it out in the gallery. Here’s a hint: it’s the only one that is not a black ball of fluff. The reason it is a mystery is that the company, McMurray Hatcheries, is including one rare, exotic chick with each order of chicks.  So we will have to wait a little while to tell if we have a hen or a rooster. The black ones will grow up to be Barred Plymouth Rock hens and roosters.

Just a little FYI, you don’t need roosters for the hens to lay eggs. The only reason you need a rooster is if you want fertilized eggs and a 3 a.m. wake up call every morning. If you don’t have a rooster, you will just have unfertilized eggs, which is exactly what you buy in the grocery store.

We thought we might want to be able to hatch our own replacement hens next time, so we ordered some roosters to take care of that job.

The last set of pictures shows how my 6yo daughter and I decorated the brooder house. That is our rendition of folkart chickens and roosters. The last one on the right is her’s. I think it is the best one because she was so excited to help.

I will keep you updated on how they are doing and post pictures of them as they grow into adult chickens.

Y’all Come Back Now.

September 17, 2009. Home and Garden. 2 comments.

And Pause to Remember


Today is the 8th anniversary of the day that changed America forever.

September 11, 2001 was a day that will mark our generation.

It reminds me just how fragile and short our time on this earth is. Like the butterfly above, we are fragile. We are not guaranteed any amount of time, peace, or happiness. We live our lives while we are here and then we are gone. In the blink of an eye really.

I have lived thousands of days here on Earth. There are few that I can say with any true clarity where I was at any given moment during any days. 

But that is a day that I can tell you exactly where I was from the time I woke up that morning until the time I went to bed that night crying myself to sleep.

My husband and I said good-bye, just like any other day.

I drove the kids to school.

I drove over to the local junior high school to fill in for one of the science teachers who had taken the day off.

I taught the first period class and sent two girls to see the counselor because a disagreement in the hallway carried over into the classroom.

An announcement came over the P.A. system that a plane had crashed into The World Trade Center and would we please turn on the closed circuit television to the news broadcast.

Thirty or so 12 and 13-year-olds and I watched the footage of the plane crashing into the tower. The scene then changed to a live feed of the tower. The room was silent as we watched and some of us began to cry.

Then, as we watched live, a second plane crashed into the other tower.

We were all confused as to whether this was just a replay, but quickly understood because of the smoke pouring from the first building what was truly taking place.

The silent tears quickly turned to sobs of understanding. Just as they still do now as I write this.

School let out soon after. Once I was able, I rushed to pick up my own children and just held them in my arms while I cried.

Luckily, the lower grades had not watched the broadcasts.

My husband left work early and we sat in front of the television watching the horror that was on the screen. Still unable to believe that this was truly taking place.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I turned off the T.V. and just curled up in a ball on the bed crying myself to sleep.

I was scared to leave the house for months. If this could happen, how could I feel safe anywhere anymore?

September 11, 2009. Notebook. Leave a comment.