Homesteading

Growing Pains

The chicks are getting so big so incredibly quickly!

 A few days after bringing them home.

(Blizzard, a few weeks ago)

I’ve raised chicks before, so I should know that this is how it always goes, but it’s still so weird how fast they grow! Because we see the chicks at the feed store, and they’re Always Tiny, week after week. (Of course, that’s because they’re perpetually getting new chicks, not because their chicks grow more slowly or magically remain cute and tiny.) But it’s weird, see, when you bring those chicks home, and they’re these little teeny fluffy clumsy balls going peep-peep one minute, and the Next thing you know, they’re flapping and full of pin-feathers and slightly ugly, to be honest. (It’s the adolescent acne phase of chicks, the pin feather stage.) And you think, Help, someone accidentally put growth hormones in their food! My poor organic chicks! But you know that didn’t happen. And you secretly want the cute fluff balls back, but it’s too late! That phase is over! It went too fast!  Like when you buy those spongy tablets that grow in water to become a surprise animal and you just can’t wait to put it in water when you get home and it’s so exciting and fun and suspenseful!!! And then, bam, it pops open and unfolds and it’s a mini useless faintly animal-shaped colored sponge. Game over. Anti-climax at its best. (Blizzard, now)

So our chicks are no longer in that cute little teeny Easter chick phase. But they are past the pin feather stage, thank the gods of aesthetics. And they’re all different breeds – one of each (Rhode Island Red, Black Australorp, Barred Rock, White Leghorn, Buff Orpington, and Maran).

Little Hen Rhyme (traditional)

I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen,
She washed up the dishes and kept the house clean.
She went to the mill to fetch us some flour,
And always got home in less than an hour.
She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale,
She sat by the fire and told a fine tale!