My annual order of meat chicks - plus a few egg layers to bulk up the geriatric flock - was expected this week. I had hoped that they would ship out later in the week so that I would have a bit of down time. Ha. I had taken advantage of a lull on Sunday to get the brooders ready, just in case.
After plucking each ball of fluff out of their shipping container, I dipped their beaks in the waterer and set them loose. 30 times, dividing them into two brooders. Then I rapidly got ready for work, managing to find two articles of work-ish clothing that didn't clash. Too much. I am beyond caring, which is starting to worry me...
I usually start them earlier in the year - early to late spring. But too many other things were going on, then I decided to order black Langshans - which they did not have right away - and before you know it, it's mid-summer. The biggest problem with that is that I have to brood them in the laundry room. Those of you who have brooded (?) chicks know that, not only are they loud, they stink! When I walk into the laundry room, it's like stepping into a smelly blast furnace. And, since the laundry room door is vented to the house, we are surrounded by the faint scent of Eau d' Stinky Poo. And I have company coming in a week and a half. I am hoping that they feather up quickly so that I can move them to the mid-brooder coop outside before my guests arrive.
I am raising chickens for neighbors, as well - but they are not allowed to see them until they have lost their cuteness. Farm rules.