April 26:
Melanie and I picked up the Baby White Plymouth Rock Chicks at the Post Office earlier this morning. After 2 stops, we headed home and put them right into their "play pens" in the Garage. Those are the boxes that Melanie and Richard set up for them, complete with Food and Water Containers, Papers for Changing (yes, they poop a lot), and Warming Lights.
When we put them into their Playpens, we poke their Beaks into the Water and then into their Food. That is apparently essential to making sure they know to eat. I wonder how the Mama Hennie handles that.
I took lots of pictures in hopes that we would have some to share. Fortunately for the Baby Peeps, their Warming Lights are keeping them warm. Unfortunately for the Humans, those Lights with their reddish glow don't yield the best pictures. My Apologies. But of course, a picture is not the same as seeing and holding a Baby Chick.
I guess you should head out to Farm and Home and look at those Baby Peeps. Or perhaps, you should think about raising your own. The latter is a very big step and very big responsibility. More Folks are stepping up to the Plate. Raising Chickens both on Small Farms and in the City is on the rise throughout the Country. The Grandmas would be pleased. Slowly but surely, we are "getting it", as these modern Humans are taking more responsibility for growing their own Food.
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