We got chickens! We also celebrated our one-year anniversary, bought a house, and um, lived without a fully working bathroom for about 3 months, so there’s a lot of catching up to do! Showers too.
And of course there have been weddings. And flowers. And flower crowns (for dogs).
BUT I’m getting ahead of myself, so for now, let’s just look at baby pictures shall we?
You may be wondering where one finds chicks in Los Angeles.
Answer, the internet.
And then…
(insert that wide-eyed emoji here)
they are delivered via USPS:
We stained that floor ourselves, btw.
I expected they’d be a little spent from their journey, maybe a little wilted like wedding flowers when they first arrive, but nope, they were jumping up and down chirping when I opened the box.
I played mama bird, dipping their little beaks in water and showing them their food, and THEY HAVEN’T STOPPED EATING SINCE.
Here they are at one week old:
Ruth Bader Chicksburg, a Blue Americauna
Dolly Bird, an Olive Egger, aka the runt
Name TBD, but most likely Audre, a Black Copper Maran
Name TBD, maybe Simone de Oeuffvoir? A Cream Legbar
Name TBD, Judith or Annie? A Rhode Island Red
At one week: They all have wing feathers, and 4 of them have tail feathers too. They love to eat chicken scratch from the palm of your hand, tolerate being held, and flap their little wings in excitement, but no actual flying yet. The ginger does use strategic wing movements to block her sisters from eating on occasion.
And one more…
Notorious RBC, in repose.
Do you have chickens? Good chicken names?
Send any funny, punny, and/or feminist chicken names you can think of our way!