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This is Peter. Peter is a girl. She is an Easter Egger. I picked her because she is suppose to lay blue or green eggs or if I’m really lucky, pink eggs. And also, because quite frankly when she grows up she will be one strange looking bird. But for the time being I am enjoying the fact that she looks like a chipmunk.
This is White Fatty. When she grows up she will be white and VERY FAT. If you look closely at her feet you will see that they are covered in feathers. So far White Fatty is our favorite because she loves to be held.
This is Buff, short for Buff Orpington. According to mypetchicken.com and Orpington is a pretty, bright, pale “buffed” copper color that is as striking as eye candy on a green lawn. I don’t know about you but when I try and describe the color my chickens I often use the phrase “eye candy.” This goofy little bird’s favorite time of the day is nap time which for her is like every 10 minutes. Monkey Boy picked out this bird because #1. It’s suppose to be a well behaved bird and #2. Buff sounds like a guy’s name even though this peep is a girl, we hope.
This is Black Fatty, another one of the Girl Who Thinks She’s a Bird. This bird is suppose to get nice and plump as well, only she will be black with no feathers on her sweet little feet. This was the very first bird we picked out. If you click above you will see why we chose her. She is a beauty. Her clan is from Australia (Hi Naomi).
This is Cuckoo, and the name is VERY fitting. This little bird is crazy. Non stop thrill-a-minute, always pecking at something or scratching or playing in the water. If ever a bird could have ADHD it would be this one. I’m excited to see what kind of a chicken she grows into.
If you are in the market for some pet chickens, I highly recommend mypetchicken.com. They will let you order as few as 3 birds, all different if you’d like. When I first started researching baby chicks I had a few requirements that needed to be met. #1. ALL GIRLS. No Boys. Roosters need not apply. #2. It took me almost a year to talk the handsome husband into baby chicks (originally I asked for 100 birds). A word of advise: ALWAYS AIM HIGH. This way when your handsome husband finally comes around and says “How about just a few,” you still win. Hey, 5 is better than nothing if you ask me.
The post office called about 10am this morning. “Please come quick! Your package is chirping.” So I called my assistant who happened to be home from pre-school today and asked if she wanted to go to the post office with me to pick up some baby chicks. And she did.
This is my chick her name is Peter, as in Peter Rabbit. I named her Peter because she is an Easter Egger and because her face will look like a rabbit when she gets bigger. And because I think all rabbits should be named Peter whether they are a boy or a girl.
My lovely assistant took each and every chick out of their shipping box and dipped their little beaks into the water for a wee drink. Then she dipped their beaks into the feed dish.
We have baby chicks. Wooo Hooo!
Speaking of chickens, I have come up with a new job for them. Since their job of fertilizing the garden boxes is finished for the season, I have enlisted them as official weed pullers or weed eaters. Basically I move the Eglu around to a new spot every few days (that has weeds) and they peck away looking for bugs and of course eat the weeds too. It’s pure genius if you ask me.