Meet The Girls



The (little) Girls



The Girls made it home. And they lived through one whole night. And the house didn't burn down. We're feeling pretty good this morning.



Since all the local feed stores were out of chicks, my daughter and I headed to Elkhart, along with my mom and niece, to pick out the chicks. What's an hour drive for four chicks, right? The mission was successful, and several hours later, the chicks were in their brooder pen.

You'll notice one very interested dog in the background. We were sure the white dog would be the problem. Wrong. She hasn't shown The Girls a bit of interest. However, the yellow dog is a different story! He won't leave them alone. He hasn't hurt them (yet), just sticks his head in the pen and sniffs around.  



We've had a few setbacks. The most major, our choice of brooder pen was...ummm...poor. It started to melt from the heat lamp, so we made a quick run to find a new pen, 15 minutes before all the stores in town closed for the night. The other problem, the heat lamp was poorly made (can you guess what country it was made in), and the clamp was falling apart. So my husband had to rig the heat lamp so it wouldn't fall into the brooder pen and start the house on fire.

We woke up this morning to find the chicks alive, and they're eating, drinking, peeping, and seem happy. So far, it's a success!

Also, we've had lots of comments on the blog title; thanks to my dad for coming up with a catchy name!

The Chicken Tenders