food, crochet, merriment
Well, it’s time. These little girlies are getting so big that their tub-housing just isn’t going to cut it anymore.
We’re working on getting their coop set up outside as quickly as possible. If the weather would just cooperate and warm up we could put them in a run outside–once we have one.
I’m afraid if we don’t hurry…
they’ll go house hunting, on their own!
We’ve been trying to hold the baby birdies as often as we can so that they are people friendly when they get big.
So, while our church’s General Conference was on tv we decided to take the girls out and hold them one at a time.
Rhen’s a bit partial to the Russian chickies, so he only really holds them.
But look how cool their feathers are growing in. They are only a whopping 3 weeks old, but I’m amazed at how fast they are growing.
Even though I was playing with this cute little sweetie, I promise I was still listening to conference.
Well, most of the time.
I have to admit, Easter caught us a bit off guard this year. Easter in March is just…you know–weird. It’s still cold out and there’s not too much Spring yet. Who decides these things anyway?
The kids declared that an egg hunt was in order–whether or not Spring had officially sprung.
And what child will ever argue with a basket full of Easter eggs with tons of surprises inside?
The big “kids” were thrilled at the prospect too.
Obviously.
Back in my day–when I was the mama filling all those eggs for my babies to find–we just packed those suckers with as many malt ball eggs and jelly beans and gummy bunnies as we could get our mitts on.
It’s a wonder all their teeth didn’t fall out. Sheesh.
But this year–my smart cookie daughter, came up with an idea that would give the kids just enough sugar in the plastic eggs to give them a buzz–but not so much that they’d run around the coffee table 45 times in 2 minutes.
She loaded some of the eggs with plastic coins that the kids could turn in to the Bunny Store, for cute little prizes. Good thinking girlie.
Candy-schmandy. What’s sugar compared to a Sponge Bob kite and a pink bunny face mask–I ask you?
The little peeps were thrilled beyond belief.
And we still found plenty of surprises in the eggs.
HAAAAA
Look how big my babies are getting after only a WEEK!
Their wing feathers are growing more visible now. Oh, and we have..ahem…two more than we had last week.
The new girls look a lot like the black stripe-y Barred Rock, but they’re more black–at least for now. But get this–they lay eggs that look like CHOCOLATE Easter eggs.
Yeah, I really didn’t have any choice. I had to buy them.
I gave them a little pile of weeds and they LOVED it. Of course, they think they are all grown-up–pecking and scratching like big girls–but in reality I don’t think they actually ate much.
But they are so dang cute!
LOOOOOK!!! I have my cute little chickies!! I can’t even begin to tell you how excited I am to finally get my very first batch of babies here.
If you know me, even a little, you probably know that I have wanted chickens of my own since I was a little girl. Heaven knows THAT is a long time! Well, the day is finally here my friends. To say that I’m “over the moon” is to put it lightly.
It’s so much fun to take care of them too. I wondered if it would be scary, but it’s not. It’s amazing. They get so excited when anything happens, you know like– changing their water or moving their food dish. They run around chirping like it’s Christmas. It’s awesome I tell you.
This is Tootsie. She and her sister Ruby are our Rhode Island Reds.
She will look like this someday.
And this is Mable. She and her sisters Ji (that’s Chinese for “chicken.”), and Oreo are Barred Rock babies.
This is what they’ll grow up to be.
This is one of our Russian Orloffs.
And this is her sister. They don’t have proper names, because our resident Russian expert hasn’t named them yet. I think he wants to get to know them a bit first. Sheesh.
They will look something like this when they are bigger. Quite exotic–wouldn’t you say?
This is Goldie. She and her sisters Chickoletta and Marshmallow Peep are Buff Orpingtons.
They will look like this, nice and plump and fluffy. Hopefully tooo plump to fly over the fence.
These little girls are making me sooo happy, I can hardly tell you.
I hope they will be happy with us for a long time….
Because I’ve waited for them…
forever.