Our friend Sarah and her collection of children were over on the farm hanging out wondering what to do when suddenly we had a small flock of baby chickens to deal with!
Yes, that is exactly how it happened. One minute it was oatmeal cookies and coffee and the next a mad race to catch a late hatch of birds.
I think what I said was, “How did this happen?“
“Not a good thing?“ Sarah asked.
No, late chicks are not a good thing :c
Of course one of them is gimpy send Boo-Bear to the rescue (sigh, will she never learn).
And Jack, oh-crap Jack, she was way too interested in the babies. We had to do some discouraging. Little Pepper screaming, “You are a bad kitty, Jack!”
But don’t worry Jack is a cat with a plan.
She parked herself in the crate and waited….
Sophie not quite so impressed with farm life.
BC ran to IFA while Beach held the gimp and Pepper and I chased off Jack. Then the chicken round-up was on. Since we have been watching Discovery Channel Alaska, the last frontier, I offered to overly dramatically narrate the hunt for survival in the wild mountains for Utah but BC said it was not necessary since there were only 5 chicks left to get.
We rounded them up pretty easily. She wasn't too tough of a mother and because it is cold the chicks were slow, easy to grab.
Mom plus six just moved into the greenhouse.