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22 March 2010

It's Official

Well, now it's official!

Wolf and I have officially started a farm.  The event that sealed the deal?  We brought home 11 Black Australorp Chicks!  And boy are they cute!  (We only have 10 now, one went to birdie heaven this morning.  Sadness.  Wolf took care of it...he's just awesome like that.)


I was a little freaked out when we first got them because they are so tiny and fragile.  I can't imagine myself not accidentally killing one, especially Bantams - sheesh!!  They made quite a fuss being moved from their warm incubator to a counting box and then a transport box. (Which, oddly enough had the name of the feed and seed store where we had thought of buying the chicks, but we didn't go when we found they were out of Australorps.)  They chirped quite loudly (read deafeningly) when we finally got into the car out of the rain. Oh, did I mention  it was pouring rain and that the stench of the chickens made my eyes burn.


I sat the delicate little things on my lap, trying not to grin like a possum eating saw brairs (read huge proud ridiculous grin), but after we got the heat going the little ones quieted down. So much so, I thought they might have died from cold.  But no, just being babies they were tired from the upheaval and fell asleep.


Remember Reaper?  The house-cat who thinks he should be an outdoor panther - or whatever other fantasy he has going on in his cat-brain. I was very afraid he was going to kill the chicks last night and wanted to lock him in his (very smelly - we think he's been urinating on the floor) cat bathroom.  However, Wolf said it would be better if we tested him and let him out.  Of course, this meant sleeping with our door open, jumping at every noise, and having to endure a 15 pound cat walking all over us. (Wolf doesn't mind, but I can't stand it.)


Amazingly, he left the chicks alone!  He seemed completely uninterested in their existence and only pokes his head in inquiringly when I go in the "chicken room" and stare at them for minutes on end.


Oh!  We had the lord and lady of the land over for dinner last night, along with their sons, the little lord and the littlest lord (Which was quite an experience with the littlest one - 2 years old - breaking wind throughout dinner!) and we had a great time grilling out hamburgers (read wolf torched them as fast as he could in the pouring rain).  


We showed them our newly gotten chicks and all of their eyes simply lit up.  They want to purchase 50 (yes 50) chickens, for god only knows what.  I'm assuming for eggs and meat, but really that seems like entirely too many for one family.  But what am I but a lowly discombobulated-sharcropping-farmer.  Oh well! 


On the brighter side, we now have a house for the chickens!  Wolf was seriously going to build something to house them, but the lord and lady of the land decided it would be too much trouble to move the "log house" for the littlest lord.  So now it's OURS!!!  It saves us a crap load of time and money in building a chicken coop, but now we only have 6 weeks to chickenize it (if that is even a word) and build them a run.

Fortunately, that's nearly two months, so we should be able to get our acts together and get everything done!

On a more strange note (as if this whole arrangement isn't a tad strange!), the lord of the land decided, just today, that he wanted to till the hell out of the earth right beside the water source on this part of the land.  He never mentioned anything about that, never told us about it, never put too words together about it.  So, I'm a little irritated to say the least.  I will get over it, but a little forewarning would have been nice.

Sorry.  I want to stab someone don't like it when people say one thing and do another.  Just get's under my skin like that.

Well, I'm off to check on the chicks and get dinner rolling!