I am showing you a picture of my first lily from my lily pad. Such a pretty flower! It was in full bloom when I came home from work but by the time I made it out to photograph it… it was going to sleep for the evening. If you look really hard you can see four of my fish. My they are growing!
The reason for this entry is to think about the future of my flock. I had thought that I would be getting two more baby chicks to raise from near birth. My husband made the cage that we will be able to use to keep the chicks separated from the hens until they are big enough to withstand the pecking order process. Last Sunday my friend who has supplied me with all my chickens said he wants to give away about six eighteen month old hens to make room for his chicks. I am torn. I have never had an animal as a small animal. I have adopted all my dogs at about two years (racing greyhounds) and I met Chester when he was almost three. I don’t know how old my fish are but they aren’t really any different effort from any age. Maybe getting some chicks would break me of my desire to be a mom… at nearly 47 I need to find something to break this… and since this is the anthropomorphic blog… why not give my love to a two week old chick… But alas, it is never the right time. Just like the human form of having a baby never was quite right, taking care of a chick or two with a bad foot does seem a bit problematic. The eighteen month old hens would be so much easier.
Thanks for listening!
The reason for this entry is to think about the future of my flock. I had thought that I would be getting two more baby chicks to raise from near birth. My husband made the cage that we will be able to use to keep the chicks separated from the hens until they are big enough to withstand the pecking order process. Last Sunday my friend who has supplied me with all my chickens said he wants to give away about six eighteen month old hens to make room for his chicks. I am torn. I have never had an animal as a small animal. I have adopted all my dogs at about two years (racing greyhounds) and I met Chester when he was almost three. I don’t know how old my fish are but they aren’t really any different effort from any age. Maybe getting some chicks would break me of my desire to be a mom… at nearly 47 I need to find something to break this… and since this is the anthropomorphic blog… why not give my love to a two week old chick… But alas, it is never the right time. Just like the human form of having a baby never was quite right, taking care of a chick or two with a bad foot does seem a bit problematic. The eighteen month old hens would be so much easier.
Thanks for listening!