Yesterday morning we got a call from the Post Office (one day earlier than we expected) telling us that our baby chicks had arrived. Matt drove down there, picked them up and brought them home. Twenty five little fuzzy chicks were in a box the size of a shoe box. We now have added nine black sex links , eight golden wyandottes and eight silver laced wyandottes to our three other chickens.
Matt unloaded them all from the box and placed them in their new home--a cordoned off corner of the chicken house. All the kids, not wanting to miss one moment of the excitement, packed into the chicken house with him. As each chick was taken from the box, Matt dunked its beak in water to show it how to drink.
The chicks are so tiny that they kept escaping their little enclosure by squeezing through the holes in the chicken wire. They'll get bigger fast enough, though. We don't expect any eggs from them until next spring. Our next job will be to figure out how to keep them safe from the neighbor dog so that we insure we will get those long- expected eggs.
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