Chicks 101

Every once in a while, I'll get this crazy idea in my head. Sometimes, I'll act on it, but most of the time it lasts a while and I forget about it. I remember once thinking that I would write a book, and I was so sure I could do it. HA! I look back and I'm so glad that idea left my mind before I did anything disastrous! 


Well, I let another one of those thoughts creep into my mind this spring.


I just couldn't stop thinking about CHICKENS! Of all things! I still can't figure out why. When we first got married, we were sure we weren't going to be animal people. No pets. No. animals. Just kids. Human kids, that is. 


So, I really don't know what got into me. I deliberated and deliberated. I would talk myself into it and then out of it. Then I signed up for a $5 chicken class in St. Anthony. Then I went. Then I felt more confident about raising chickens. And then I found myself with all the kids and Richard at Valleywide Co-op. Then suddenly we had this box of chicks in our house. 


And then I thought I might wake up from the crazy dream!


But, I didn't.

And, this is what it was like for the first week. Five heads hunched over this box with loads of, "Oh, they're SO cute!" and "Can I hold mine?" and "Look, mine just pooped!"

It was lovely.

But, really, I thought the little chirping was pretty cute. And those little fluffy balls with beaks really were quite adorable.

And the fact that they are all still alive is proof that miracles still occur! ...or not...

Richard may have thought I was out of my mind NUTS, but I asked, and he reluctantly gave in. Hence, my birthday present:

Mid-life crisis, maybe? I mean, who asks for a chicken coop for their birthday?

A friend of ours said he often drives past our backyard, and he's sure it won't be long that he'll pass by and see me milking a cow.

Now, there's an idea...

"MOOOO!"