Friday, April 18, 2014

The Great Eggs-periment Part 2

I can't believe how fast 3 weeks flew by. I had so much planned to prep and build in the garden but didn't complete even a quarter of the last. I vaguely remember the days blurring together when Munchkin was this age but things seem to be even fuzzier with two kiddos.

Two days before Chick Day we had a piping:

The level of excitement in this was better than Christmas. We all hovered near the incubator and every once in a while would hear a cheeping. Finally we were rewarded with a gorgeous little puffball:

Sadly, the rest of the eggs either weren't fertile or had issues. One chick out of nineteen eggs is not great, but the one we got is a firecracker. She (I think its a girl) loves people and races over when anyone comes near the brooder. I'm not quite sure what her breed is, though she looks exactly like a Black Star chick. To keep her company we bought a Golden Laced Wyandotte and will be picking up two Araucana chicks.

Meanwhile, the big girls got some time out in the yard to (hopefully) knock down some of the snail population. A snail roughly the size of a Volkswagen Rabbit invaded my greenhouse and chowed through two flats of seedlings in one night. Of course, this meant war. Bring on the calvary!

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

The Great Eggs-periment

My wee Munchkin has turned 4 years old! Can you believe it?

Who would have thought that a tiny 7 pound bundle of drool and floppiness would have turned my life upside down, or that I would love every second of it? Happy birthday Munchkin!!

My folks came over for the big event and brought 2 dozen fertile eggs from their flock of Barred Rocks (or Dominiques-there a slight disagreement of what breed they are) plus an incubator. I've been talking about adding a chicken or two to our flock and Mom offered the eggs and equipment-of course I'm going to jump on it!

Way back when my folks raised chickens, ducks, and pheasants to sell we would hatch out chicks every spring. I can remember staring into the incubator for hours, waiting for those first few peeps that would signal hatching was about to start. The ducks were always my favorite.

"Ducklings" by J Marsh
This is my first time hatching eggs on my own (sadly my folks had to return home. They really need to move closer) and I'm plenty nervous. Also, I'm trying to figure out where I'm going to put 19 more chickens. But, I have some time before they hatch to get that figure out.

The older girls have no idea what's going to happen.