It is official! According to my daughter’s definition of “farm,” I can claim that status. We have 3 chicks: Rosie (named
after Rosie’s Walk by Pat Hutchins–yes, she loves to stroll), Lucinda (originally named “Lucy” bec/ I thought she’d be the boss, but now she’s just a good ol’ country girl like you’d find in a Lucinda Williams song), and Oreo (originally named “Piper” bec/ she stands wistfully like a sandpiper at the edge of the ocean but ends up squeezing herself between the other two to create a reverse oreo).
We’ve only had them 2 weeks, and I am already feeling like a new mother again. I know I have a lot to learn about chicks, but I thought that I’d share our journey in case there are those of you out there who are suburban/urban farmers like we are and are considering raising egg-laying hens.
What I have learned so far:
eds met–food, water, love, and safety.
We are only two weeks into this journey, but I am loving having these new family members in our household. Tonight was their first foray out into the gardens of the farm. It was a delight to sit in the mulch and watch them check out their new digs. For the first time, I can say that I truly felt like a farmer working the land. Golly gracious! Just wait until we get the coop built!