Baby chicks


Baby chicks. Who can resist?
When we lived on our mini-farm, D felt the urge to raise chickens. From his source, the minimum order was 25. D wanted layers and chickens to eat. (Now that I put it that way, it does sound a tad barbaric.) The catch was the minimum order was per type. Fifty chickens? Yes, indeed.
As I recall, we had enough eggs to feed a Marine platoon. D 'processed' one broiler and that was enough of that. Now, we glance at these irresistable images on our way to Publix and keep on truckin'.
We'll leave raising chickens to the homestead chics.
~ LowTide explorer, Carolyn Fjeran
[LowTide is an eclectic collection of discoveries and reflective writings.]


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