Rescue Farm

A neighbor's son had to dissect eggs in their different stages of development for Veterinarian school.  He said the eggs were blasted with CO2 to kill the chicks, but that upon cracking them open in class, some were alive.  His professor said that if any students wanted, they could take some eggs to see if a viable chicken would hatch.  Being a kindhearted soul, the neighbor boy took three eggs... all three hatched, and a month later he came knocking at our door.  Could we take the rescued chicks? 

Sometimes I wonder why I do this to myself... 

my "to-do" list is pages long and includes things like:

* wash dog's infected ear daily... keep him off kitchen counters

*feed and refresh chicken water...keep them from crossing the road

*feed cat and clean litter

*fish out the huge rocks that neighborhood boys pushed into our goldfish pond

*oh yeah, and take care of three young children (one of whom is currently very sick)

So what did I say?

Of course we'll take them!

I guess I have a big soft spot.  And, well, it's fun.

 6 month old Silas only got pecked twice... Still, he was quite intrigued with these chicks.

It seems appropriate to put a new chick in an Easter Basket today.

William is excited to have new chicks to hold.  

Our big chickens are pretty tough to catch these days.

HOPEFULLY these are all girls... who knows, we may have a rooster on our hands.  In that case, we'll be knocking on someone else's door asking if they'll rescue the rooster (or if they want to make chicken soup).  They all came from brown eggs, but we are unsure of their breeds.  It'll be interesting to see what they grow into!

Oh, and they came with names.  Caesar Augustus is in front, Theodore in the middle, and Lil' Blackie in the back (hopefully the male names aren't accurate).

There you have it.  Winter Farm is now home to 15 chickens.