What did I get myself into?

David's been begging me for three years to get rid of our 24 ft above ground pool. I finally relented, IF we could get chickens. We sold it to friends of ours, and now we're left with a hole we're not looking forward to filling.

I ordered six chicks through Meyer Hatchery that arrived July 27. Our local post office was kind enough to deliver them directly to our house. If you don't already know, I run a home daycare, and the kids have been so excited, that when they saw the mailman pull up, they couldn't stop screaming. He was laughing before he ever made it to the door.



I was terrified to open the box. My order was for two Delaware, two Dominique, and two Easter Egger chicks. I held my breath and opened the box hoping for no casualties.

Thankfully, I found a box of six healthy, peeping chicks.



I put them in a kiddie pool with pine shavings covered with paper towels so they wouldn't eat the shavings. I found out later puppy pads were so much more awesome and easier to clean.

I've been obsessive about these chicks. I read nonstop, I ordered 'Raising Chickens for Dummies', I check for pasty butt, cleaning the litter, changing out water, etc. I even jumped the gun and bought parakeet grit and started feeding them treats. They liked boiled egg, but their favorite so far is uncooked oatmeal. I can get all six of them to jump in my hand if I open the door with some of that!

It's late and I plan on catching up with the rest of the story. If anyone had told me I'd be doing the stuff I'm doing now, I'd have said they were crazy.