Friday, November 29, 2013

chicken nuggets not on the menu

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.
  


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