We got our chicks! I wasn’t expecting to love them this much. I figured they would be fun and cute, but they are so much more. I’m sure it’s partly the age, but they are just so incredibly sweet. They snuggle up in your hand and go to sleep. They chirp to be held when you walk by. It makes my heart feel all warm and fuzzy every single time.
It’s also kind of a surreal experience. Mariyah keeps saying she’s so happy she feels like she’s dreaming. I know country folks will think that sounds silly, but this morning I was tending chickens, then an hour later I was walking down 6th Avenue. Wild.
Here are a few pictures of our babies. They are growing so fast!
Hygienic? Nope. But heaven help the person who tries to stop her from kissing them every other second.
This kid. She is my animal lover and she is so good with them. They like to climb up on her shoulder or fall asleep on her neck.
James isn’t quite as into the chicks as the girls are, but he’s really helpful when it comes to changing their food and water. I think he’s less inclined to snuggle them ever since he witnessed one of the girls getting pooped on. The girls want to hold the chicks constantly. James only wants to hold them when he knows there’s a shower available immediately after the holding session. Had I known having a pet chick would inspire this kid to shower more often, I surely would have gotten him one years ago.
We let each child name their own chick. This is Mariyah’s chick, Snowflake. And to be completely honest, she’s the only one I can actually tell apart. She’s a Black Sexlink. Apparently you can cross breed chickens so that female chicks are born looking one way, and male chicks another. In Black Sexlink chicks the boys have a white spot on their head and the girls don’t.
Our other three chicks look a lot alike. The kids tell me this is Violet’s chick, Baby Butters. Violet has been saying since last summer that she would name her chick Baby Butters. She’s not terribly consistent, so I was surprised when she followed through. Baby Butters is an Olive Egger (I think).
This is James’s chick, Chipmunk. Remember earlier when I said that thing about the white spots on the head? Chipmunk makes me nervous. The breeder says she’s a she, and I sure hope that’s the truth. Either way, the kids keep calling Chipmunk a he. And it’s throwing me off and making me accidentally call her a he.
He She is also the wildest chick, and makes the most noise, and doesn’t like to snuggle. I keep crossing my fingers we didn’t accidentally end up with a little rooster. Chipmunk is a Silver Welbar (I think).
I love them so much! I have mixed feelings about them growing. Part of me wants them to stay little and adorable, and part of me is excited for them to grow up and start laying.