Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Chicken Delivery

After reading about our chicken debacle, my cousin Amy was kind enough to offer us some replacement chicks.  She and her kids incubated some chicken eggs and ended up with an unusual 100 percent hatch rate.  Since she had more chicks than she could keep, Amy kindly delivered half a dozen chicks right to our doorstep.

This little guy (gal?) may not last too long.  Seems when it comes time to head to the coop for the night, this chick has better things to do.  One of these mornings I wouldn't be surprised if we can't find him (or her).

The chicks are juveniles, but they aren't sexed, so we have yet to see what they'll turn out to be.  I told Amy we know what to do with roosters around here.  Because the chicks are older, we were able to put them directly into the chicken coop.  They've adjusted to the flock very well.  I've seen them do a stellar job of getting their fair share of the kitchen scraps we give them.  They figured out very quickly where the outside chicken waterer is located, so Paul was able to take the small waterer, which has a tendency to get messy fast,  out of the chicken coop.  Thanks, Amy!


Fred is Dead

Fred the fish died on Sunday.  He was a good goldfish.  He lived a good long fish life.  Lydia purchased Fred two and a half years ago at Walmart.  He was 23 cents.  We already owned the fish bowl, so all we needed to purchase was a bottle of goldfish food, which ended up outlasting Fred.

Every time we left town for a few days, the kids would cart the fish bowl over to the neighbor's house.  Mr. P was kind enough to fish sit for us on numerous occasions.  Mr. P's grandkids loved Fred, too.

                                     Jude--hamming it up for the camera--he's over Fred now

We got home from church Sunday afternoon and found Fred on the kitchen counter.  I guess he took a risk and decided to jump out of the bowl and see what life on "the outside" was like.  It was a risk that didn't pay off.  Jude was especially sad.  "That was my favorite pet!" he said.  Fred was our only pet and now he's dead.