Peep! Peep! Peep!

I was running some errands with Ammon and Kylie. Ammon asked if we could just go look at the chicks at IFA. Since we were near there, I agreed.

I could hear the peeping of the hundreds of chicks before we even got close to the door. It's such a fun sound. We looked at all of them for a long time. There were darling little pheasants, some very sweet little turkeys, and hundreds of fuzzy little chicks. One of the salesmen at IFA approached us to see if we needed some help with the chicks. I told him I hadn't decided if we were getting the chicks today or not. He told me that if I were interested in taking some of the older chicks (about 2 weeks old), he'd sell them to me for $2.00 each. That was a good deal. After he went to help someone else, I called Ron and asked him if he thought I should get them today. He said to go ahead, so we went around gathering up a feeder and a feed lamp and chick starter. Then the salesman helped us get the chickens. I wanted to think about it and pick them all myself, but Ammon and Kylie were so excited that we ended up with only one that I picked. That's ok. I hope they are all hens, but I doubt we will get that lucky.

We got two Buff Orpingtons, one Araucana, one Plymouth Rock, one Black Sex-Link, and a white one that I didn't know what kind it was and in all the excitement forgot to ask. I guess we'll just wait to see what she grows up to be. (I hope she doesn't grow up to be a rooster.)

The kids are very anxious to pick names for them, but I want to wait and see their personalities first.

Right now they are in a box in my kitchen, but that won't last long because they are little pooping machines and I'm sure the aroma of chicken poop will get them kicked out as soon as we can get some chicken wire to put over the top of the box.