I came home late last night to a dark, sleeping house to find a bag of chicken feed randomly sitting in the kitchen. I dismissed it as an odd, yet insignificant item, joking with a friend that mom had brought a batch of peeps home for easter. our laughter at such a ridiculous notion died away, and suddenly our eyes met as the realization dawned...searching the room, we found a rather suspicious box, swaddled in blankets with an electric cord trailing from a corner. filled with a sort of horrified glee, we tentatively peeked over the top to find our suspicions confirmed. six bright yellow balls of adorable fluff with bright inquisitive eyes peered up at us. and so now we have chickens. amusingly, the container the chicks arrived in was a cardboard fried chicken take-out box. well played, Tractor Supply. they were labeled as 'assorted reds' and we have NO idea what sex they are, so here's hoping we didn't just christen six roosters with feminine names from greek mythology. so our latest farm experiment is being kept at a toasty 90 degrees under a heat lamp in our kitchen, where they are currently eating their baby feed out of a creme brulee ramekin and chirping away happily.
