(Oh boy. I can just see the keyword searches now...)
Anyway. Each child in the house who has more or less mastered the English language got to name a chick (sorry, John-Luke). It was a completely uncensored activity, so for a while, I thought we were going to have two chickens named "Stick of Butter" and "22 Monies".
Luckily, last minute changes were made.
Meet Lotus' chick- Kit:
Joaquin's chick is named Starfighter, because Joaquin plans on teaching it to fly a chicken-sized battleship he's going to invent.
Starfighter's hobbies are limited to covert sabotage of any and all chicken-sized battleship experiments.
Gabriel was ecstatic that he finally got to apply the name he's been hoping we use for the new baby. I'm relieved that I no longer have to fend off suggestions of Luke Skywalker for any human children.
The force is strong with this one.
And finally, we have The Jude's chick. Jude's short list of possible names included "They My Friends!" and "22 Monies". However, he settled on the equally tough name of Strawberry Shortcake.
Don't let the blonde feathers and big eyes fool you- this chick is trouble. I've already caught her and The Jude hatching plots for world domination.
Yes. Hatching.
And finally, because my backyard chicken breed expert asked for pictures, here they are. This is our high tech, super duper fancy, chick brooder:
Heat lamp, old box from our deep fryer (don't judge my deep fried alternative lifestyle) and rack from my oven because who knew that those chicks were such escape artists?
I know. Form meets function. Aesthetics reign supreme over here.
I can't stop chuckling, because I am a mean little nerd. Proof:
ReplyDelete1. Looks like Skywalker has gone over to the dark side- the dark *meat* side.
2. The irony of an oven rack and a deep fryer is strong. Very strong.
What are you guys going to do with these poor things?
Lisa, that's hilarious. There's nothing like Star War/chicken humor.
DeleteWhen Ken found the deep fryer box for the chicks, he thought it hilarious, too. In fact, he chose that one over a less ironic diaper box.
Hopefully we won't kill any of them through gross negligence and they'll live to supply us with about 500 eggs a year, combined.
I salute Ken.
DeleteAnd wow, that is a LOT of eggs.
Holy cow- I laughed all the way through this. When are you moving next door so I can force you to hang out with me in real life on a daily basis?????
ReplyDeleteDo you suppose brood lamps remind them of a mama chicken's bum? I've always wondered...
ReplyDeleteOK, but how do you get those chickens to lay eggs? Don't you need a rooster? Or whatever a male chicken is called? And what happens if the relationship doesn't go quite as planned, and the rosster doesn't pick any of your chickens to lay with? Do you and Ken have to show them how it's done? since you're obviously so good at it! I am so intrigued by nature...as long as it stays far away from me :)
ReplyDeleteColleen, I know we have only met once but did for any reason the conversation come up about the dove we had at the rehabilitation building at the nature center?
DeleteI don't know about chickens and roosters, but I can tell you that all this dove wanted was a pat on the back. A little while later: *POOF* an egg!!!
You just wait! No rooster needed unless you want fertilized eggs! Sort of like us ladies...we still ovulate even when there's no man around :)
Deleteoh the irony that the super cute adorable chicks were bred in a deep fryer box... foreshadowing maybe? yummy... I mean, sad. Is snapshots sunday tomorrow or another sunday?
ReplyDeleteThat last pic of Strawberry Shortcake is hilarious! You actually made a little chick look evil! lol =)
ReplyDeleteLove the chick model shoot. We're going to be getting our own (meat) chicks again soon and I think we're going to try turkeys this year, too! Our egg layers are going strong at almost two years old. I just wish we could let them roam all the time but alas, our neighbors probably would not be keen on it...and the neighbors' dogs would.
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