After trying to convince me his little project was for our future children, Aaron finally confessed that his “play house” wasn’t for kids, it was for chickens. And he told me if I ever put a child in this coop, whether it was ours or someone else’s, he would probably call Child Protective Services, but that our future chickens would really like it. Since Aaron had a great experience raising hens when he was a kid and we both harbor secret urban homesteading fantasies, we’ve been talking about chickens every spring for four years. They have always been in the long-term plan, and whenever one of us works on anything in our shed Aaron talks about transforming it into a coop. He realized chickens were legal in our city and when he discovered the massive supply of DIY-coop-building plans from other hippy-ish blogs, there was no turning back. We just happened to go to a farm supply store this weekend and… now the rest is history: We have six little chickens in our laundry room. (This is the year of MAKING IT HAPPEN, after all.)
I do want to say that I didn’t have animals growing up (except a hamster named Pecan, may she rest in peace), so this is pretty new to me. I have firmly indicated that I am not interested in raising any cloven-hoofed animals, but I could probably be convinced to get a horse if resources allowed and we had kids who would manage the riding and caring. I’m pretty sure no one is reading this for my treatise on hobby farming – you just want pictures of the chicks. I will happily oblige.
1) Chicks at the store. We couldn’t leave them there: 2) Transporting them home in a box:
3) Aaron carefully observing them. He is such an animal-lover that I can’t believe we haven’t had anything serious until now:
4) The chicks enjoying their temporary box home in the laundry room:
…But, wait! There’s more! I TOOK VIDEOS. Indulge yourself as you see fit.
Aren’t they cute!? I’ve heard they might even stay this way for a few days.