Two weeks ago, we got a call from someone who “googled” us. He said that he found what he thought was a little chick running around downtown Pasadena. Of course, we told him to bring the wee chick to the homestead, figuring it had somehow escaped an Easter basket (not too many other explanations as to why a chick was running on one of the busiest streets in Pasadena ). Assuming that is the story, I wonder how on earth folks can put live animals in a basket then not even realize that one is missing. Sure beats the dickens out of me.
The good news is that the chick (a Buff Orphington) was still healthy and in pretty good shape. The bad news? Well, since chickens are “flock” animals, they aren’t too keen on being raised alone. It spent the first night next to my bed. I had to sleep with my arm hanging down to keep the chick “company” during the night. If I took my hand away, the poor thing would start cheeping excessively – not even a mirror was doing the trick. Of course, I couldn’t keep doing this, night after night, as I would develop some serious arm/shoulder complications.
So, Sis and a friend were off to the local feed store to bring home two others (Silver Laced Wyandottes) to keep the poor thing (and me!) happy. OK now here’s where something really funny happened. One of our good friends called, asked Jordanne if she could come and hang out for the afternoon and ” if we were doing anything?” Jordanne replied that she could come with her to “pick up chicks.” There was a long pause at the other end of the line. Jordanne was slightly perplexed at the pause but then soon realized how our friend mistook the suggestion for the afternoon outing! Jordanne quickly pointed out, “baby chicks as in chickens. ” LOL
More good news is that we found out that the chick is a hen so we’ll be keeping her, along with the two others from the feed store.
Funny, I was thinking how this would be our fourth round of raising chicks. One year, we mail ordered over a 150. Not to keep them, mind you, since they were all going to other local backyard chicken enthusiasts. But after so many years and so many chicks, it seems like a lifetime since the first chicks arrived at the homestead back in 2001. As with anything new, the first chick raising was a stressful period. We’d hover over them and worry excessively. Now, it’s like “ho hum.” After experiencing the beginning and end of a chicken’s life, one certainly becomes a seasoned homesteader in a hurry.
The homestead menagerie grows … and there are more wayfaring critters that have found their way to our door step.
Is the barnyard growing on your homestead this year?