Picking out chicks with kids is just as bad as picking out goldfish. We have done both this week.
It took the girls around ten minutes to pick out the "perfect" goldfish. The goldfish didn't even make it a whole 12 hours. Nate blasted them with the bubble power of the bubble tank and after severe internal organ failure from banging into the side of the fish tank over and over again they slowly floated to the bottom of the tank and took their last breath.
So far the experience with the chicks has been better. It still took the girls quite a while to pick out the perfect chicks, even though they all looked pretty much the same. I made a split second decision to go with one arucana chick and two marans. Before we even got home they said that my chick (which I guess is the arucana chick... or as they called it the chick with "Japan eyes") was a trouble maker. Therefore I named it "Trouble". We also picked up two turkeys... maybe this year they'll make it to Thanksgiving and not just to April. The turkeys get the delightful names Snowball and Thunder, while the chicks are called Lighting and Oreo. Though I think I'll call Lighting "Potter" because he has a little lighting mark on his forehead like Harry Potter. And though I refer to them as he's I got all pullet chicks so they should hopefully be all she's... we don't need any more experiences like the ones Mr. Orpington let us have.
They are being quite the demanding little babies. Ashlee has taken to singing to them, because they just chirp and chirp every time we leave them alone. They eat more sand than they do food... I am not sure what to do about that. The kids remember me saying the same thing about last years batch.
As for last years batch I have one chicken remaining out of the three I kept. Nate thought that scaring the crap out of them with the neighbors doggie would be fun and they ditched us the next day (by leaving out a small hole in the back fence) only to get eaten by another animal back behind our house. The one left is my favorite... because she was smart enough to listen to her mother when she told her that it would be safer in her yard with Sally than in the creek bed with all the other wild carnivores out there. I am sure the other two had a few excruciating moments to consider their mistake before it was all over. Grrr. Nobody listens to me.
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You can tell the Ashers that Jeff thought her little singing time was funny too. The first thing he asked was " Does she know that she taped her?" The second thing was "Did Ashlee kill her?" lol!
Sounds like Nate is on a killing spree to me!
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