They are bundles of cuteness. And very happy. I don't think my last batch of chicks were this content.
Their Flock Mistress, however, is a nervous wreck.
It's dipping into the 30's here. I'll pause for the laughter I'm getting from everyone who reads my blog except for my friend, T, who lives in Hawaii.
They seem to be fine under their heat lamp. And I don't seem to have any trouble keeping one corner of their brooder at 95 degrees. But I think I've driven my husband absolutely nuts with all of my worries. What if the power goes out? What if the heat lamp bulb blows in the middle of the night? What if, what if, what if? I can see why people love, love, love their broody hens who raise their babies for them.
|Day 2 - Com'on Girls, let's go check out the water-cooler.|