The day I’ve been waiting for since we bought the farmhouse in September of 2012 has finally arrived!!! The chicks joined us yesterday. So internet land, I present to you the ladies:
Aren’t they just adorable? I spent basically my whole day off ewwwing and awwing over them, after all they grow insanely fast and will only be little balls of fuzz briefly. I honestly can’t believe they are finally here! I’ve wanted a backyard flock since I was a kid. I had a friend who lived on a full fledged family farm and I was always so envious of her. (of course she was envious of me for having cable and only basic chores) I thought it was the neatest thing to spend the night at her house and go out the next morning to collect eggs for breakfast. Throughout the years I put the idea out of my head, only thinking it occasionally. When I lived in Johnson City, TN there was a story about the city banning backyard chickens, citizens were protesting the decision and the dream was rekindled. When we moved back to Knoxville and found our little dream house with plenty of space for a tiny flock I was elated to discover that the city of Knoxville welcomes backyard chickens. I started telling people that I was going to get chickens, responses varied from thinking it was the coolest idea ever to people thinking I was straight up crazy.
Just like every new endeavor I attempt, I started researching like crazy. For Christmas of 2012 I received multiple books on the topic and read each one cover to cover. Seeing as how this is a lifelong dream of mine, I couldn’t just take whatever chickens were available, I researched breeds extensively to find breeds that would be excellent pets, hardy in the winter, decent layers and weren’t strong flyers. I decided to focus on the garden in 2013 and work on projects around the house, and bring the chicks into the mix this year. Then came time to find a hatchery with these breeds available. This is where I hit a temporary wall. Every hatchery I found had a 15 chick minimum to ship, and the local options all were very limited breeds or straight run only (meaning the chances of getting a rooster which would need to be re-homed), then I found the wonderful folks at My Pet Chicken. They only require you order 2 chicks for most of the year (in the winter the minimum is higher as the little babies require each other’s warmth), they have basically any breed you could possibly want, and they’re sexed.
Now, all I had to do was find a hatch date when all the breeds I wanted would be available, this was tricky but I managed to find a date, Monday June 16th. I took off work on Tuesday so I could pick them up from the post office and spend the day appreciating their cutest fuzziness. I got the email that they had “Flown the coop” Monday afternoon, I was so excited I could hardly stand it. I barely slept Monday night, like a child on Christmas eve. I woke to the sound of my phone ringing, I didn’t get to it in time and a voicemail was left. It was the post office “We received your chicks, please calls us back” before I called them back I got dressed and turned on the heat lamp attached to the make shift brooder I put together so it would be nice and toasty when I got the ladies home. Then I returned the call, a man told me that they opened the box to inspect them and they had all died in transit. I was crushed, I had waited for that day for my entire life and my dream was instantly destroyed by the poor postal employee who had to break the news to me. I contacted the hatchery and was pleasantly surprised by their level of customer service. The rep assured me that they don’t require “proof” to issue a refund, but she strongly suggested I pick up the box to see if there was damage as she believe the chicks were mishandled. My husband and I went to the post office to retrieve the cardboard coffin. When we got it home and opened it, what happened was obvious. They had been dropped. I took them out one by one, all but one had a broken neck. I was furious. I called the hatchery back to let them know the condition of the birds and again, fantastic customer service. The hatchery offered either a refund or a reshipment at their expense (fun fact: the post office in the only option for shipping chicks yet they take no responsibility for their safe arrival). I decided to give it another shot. The rep found a date where all of the breeds were available, just with different color variations, and the countdown started again.
As the month went by I tried to not get excited, I didn’t want to be too disappointed if the same thing happened again. Yesterday morning, again a message was left by the post office and I hesitantly checked it. “We have your shipment of chicks ready to be picked up” and the excitement was overwhelming. I rushed to get them and bring them home, driving like an old lady the entire way home as to not disrupt them too much. I opened the box and was instantly in love. I gently transferred them to the brooder and just watched them.
I’m stunned by how individual they all are. Ethel (a light Brahma), possibly my favorite, is very laid back and kind of lazy. Her favorite pastimes seem to be eating and sleeping. Thelma and Louise (both Easter Eggers) are quite the duo, Thelma is clearly the leader though. Dolly (a White Crested Polish) is pretty sassy and truly believes she can fly. Zula Mae (a Golden Laced Polish) is the observer of the group, she examines everything and I often catch her starring through the glass outside. It’s amazing how quickly they learn and I can’t wait to see them grow into beautiful hens. I’m sure I will post an update when they are transferred to the coop, for now though, here are a few more snapshots from their first 24 hours home.
Ethel stuffing her face.
Dolly spreading her tiny wings.
Zula Mae
Thelma and Louise meeting our fat cat, Pants.