By Monday morning, I had thirteen hatchlings. Here they are outside of Goldie's residence awaiting their big move.
I imagine they were quite happy to leave this big mess behind. They left the remnants of quite a wild party for the landlord to clean up--and I never even got a security deposit from the crazy little tenants.
Here's the last one being moved into their new home. The heat lamp casts a warm, red glow over everything, making it look a little like the warming rack at Arby's--but they seem to like it.
You can just see their small feeder and red chick-sized waterer on the left.
Five yellow, one buff, and seven multi-colored chicks.
"One thing was certain, that the white kitten had had nothing to do with it--it was the black kitten's fault entirely." (L. Carroll, Through the Looking Glass)
I'm Yankee-Born and Southern-Raised, which makes me kind of Southern Gothic (in the old literary sense of the word). After 15 years in the Big Apple, I spent 4 years on a farm in Michigan raising chickens and llamas and learning to spin, knit, and needle-felt. Now I'm back home in NYC with my much-beloved spouse and one crazy tortiseshell cat. You can also find me on Ravelry.com as okitten.