Aaron had a few things to take care of early this morning. When he came home, he came walking up the stairs with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. The loud peeping which accompanied him soon made it apparent why.
"I told you I wanted six," he grinned. His new hobby is cruising feed stores to see what kind of chicks they have in. These are Delawares. They're younger than our Wyandottes so we have to keep them in separate crates for now, since older chicks will sometimes pick on younger ones. I love our dark chicks, but there is something extra cute about blond fuzziness. Both varieties are beautiful when they're full-grown, the Wyandottes being black with gray flecks and bright red combs, the Delawares white with black collars and red combs.
This is the smallest of our chicks. We'd be lucky not to lose any of our chicks before they reach adulthood, but I really dread the thought of having to bury one of these tiny balls of fluff. We're going to take excellent care of them and keep their crates clean, and cross our fingers that we get to keep them all.
Matteas is quite in love. He tells me stories about the chicks, the most common of which is "I will keep my baby chicks safe from monsters," and "I think dey want to go home," to which I respond that this is their new home, and then he says "Oh." We have this exchange several times a day.
The boys were downstairs when Aaron got home, so we took the new arrivals down to show them. Jack grinned from ear to ear and did some quiet calculating, then announced "That means we'll get six eggs a day!" Next we're getting a goat.
Just kidding.
But maybe not. These days I can't be too sure what Aaron will come home with.
2 comments:
Oh my gosh. They are so freakin' cute.
that is too cute. I wasn't sure who the soft fuzzh one was, the chick or Matteas. I think Aaron will make a good chick-papa.
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