That's right, the chicks arrived, two days sooner than expected. Guess the poor postal service didn't like all that peeping. Hehe. We here at the farm sure do though. It's music to our ears. And without further ado, here are the girls, tired from the move.
I did move the heat lamp down a bit just in case, but I think they are just getting used to their surroundings. Here's a good pic of them not through the murky Rubbermaid container.
The kids want to name them again. I let them as they're ok with the fact that they're not long for this earth. Speaking of which, the two remaining hens aren't laying still, so they may not be long for this world either. Anyway, here are some close-ups for those of us that just can't get enough chicks.
My Barred Rocks...
My Rhode Island Reds...
And last but not least, my Buff Orpingtons...
And lastly, in case you were thinking it was just me liking the little girls, here's what happened when I opened the lid on the box they came in...
Peep... peep!
I did move the heat lamp down a bit just in case, but I think they are just getting used to their surroundings. Here's a good pic of them not through the murky Rubbermaid container.
The kids want to name them again. I let them as they're ok with the fact that they're not long for this earth. Speaking of which, the two remaining hens aren't laying still, so they may not be long for this world either. Anyway, here are some close-ups for those of us that just can't get enough chicks.
My Barred Rocks...
My Rhode Island Reds...
And last but not least, my Buff Orpingtons...
And lastly, in case you were thinking it was just me liking the little girls, here's what happened when I opened the lid on the box they came in...
Peep... peep!