the chickens

The chickens. Ah yes, the chickens. We started out our life on our little farm here in southwest Texas the proud owners of baby girl chicks, a few of which turned out to be boys. We lost a few along the way and gained two when an older couple delivered them to our doorstep. It seems the Easter treat for their grandkids rapidly outgrew their yard.

 We love our chickens. We even tell them that when we leave them.  They give us eggs, sometimes so many we sell them.

 So, we decided to get more chickens and we promptly ordered twenty-five more.  And since they apparently throw in an extra one, we got twenty-six baby chicks in the mail, just in time for Easter.  

However, sometime between ordering chicks and receiving chicks, our mama hens decided to try sitting on their eggs.

We started to get a bit nervous when we discovered eighteen eggs under one very good sitter. Especially since we have three sitting.

But then the babies started coming; one right after church, two more before bedtime. Two more the next day...  

Now we have five new baby chicks, twenty-six four week old chicks, and twelve hens.

  I'm starting to wonder how many chickens we can handle.