Oh well, you know, we haven't had a power outage of any length in probably about 10 years. Well, no sooner do we get some baby chicks all set up in a brooder, dependent on that all important infrared light that keeps them warm and toasty, their lifeline, don't you know, and what do you think, you guessed it -- serious power outage. Thank you, Murphy!
No sooner did the power quit, but the loud peeps in the basement notified us at once about the predicament! It was after 10 p.m. and, well, that pretty much renders me useless -- nevertheless, once we realized the power wasn't about to be restored immediately, I captured the babies and placed them in -- ick -- a dirty old tub in which we keep our recyclables in the garage -- emptied of the cans and bottles of course. Husband Steve swung into action (as he is the night owl) and drove the chicks around the neighborhood in his car (he loves his new Honda Fit, any excuse to drive it) until about 1 in the morning. I was asleep when he came in and told me he was driving to his parents' abode 40 miles away, which he knew was connected to the grid.
So our chicks made it, a little flustered, back home again in the morning when power was restored. Needless to say, they were really happy to be home again and back in their brooder in our basement.
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The chronicles of Henrietta Cluck Cluck and the gang.
What came first the chicken or the egg?
In our case it was the chicken. Henrietta Cluck Cluck came suddenly into our lives on a cold October morning while I was taking my usual morning walk near our home. Hidden in the bushes by the side of the road, I spied a beautiful and somewhat confused looking chicken, and I couldn't help but wonder if she was lost. I returned the next day, with some food in my pocket just in case, and there she was. And so began my friendship with our Cluck Cluck. Every day I would come to visit her, and she would eat food right from my hand. I worried about her not having enough to eat, and within a few weeks I had convinced the rest of my family that adopting this little bird into our family was the only thing to do. My wonderful husband (?) has built her a coop, and we have grown to love her so much that we decided we wanted more! Well, afterall, Cluck-Cluck is lonely and needs friends. So, six little chicks were ordered and arrived in the mail February 27, 2008, and our family is now proudly parenting a growing flock of chickens. This page serves as a journal of our experiences and adventures with our chickens, and we hope we can offer pearls (? eggs, maybe?) of wisdom and advice to those who may also be starting out raising chickens.
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I am reading this and thinking...that is so weird...Holly just got chicks and wow...that's funny they have a Fits too! Then I look over and see Henrietta Cluck Cluck and DUH!!! realize....it is YOU!
I am just too blond for my own good!
Your husband is really a gem.
Hooray! They made it. Next time come to our house. Will's gypsy wagon has a pot bellied stove for heat and we love baby chicks. Time does not matter. We are your friends. Love you!!!!
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