But, it's not always sunshine and laughter. I was speaking to a colleague at work who is almost a vegetarian because she just doesn't like the idea of something having to die so she can eat. Death is always a part of life. The minerals in your vegetables come from the soil and the soil largely gets it from dead animals. Accepting that is part of living on a farm. But, it isn't always easy.....
I was out in the garden Thursday morning and got a call on my cell phone. (I was using its iPod to listen to The Survival Podcast while I was out there.) It was a post office about 50 miles from our house. "We have your chicks. Where is <my hometown>?" When the post office doesn't even know where you are, that's a pretty bad sign.
I told them roughly where we lived and they hatched a scheme to pass the chicks off from post office to post office to get them to our town. To me this sounded like a bad idea. In and out of the A/C; truck to truck, handler to handler. It sound like a recipe for sick chicks. So, I piled the kids into the Suburban and off we drove to get them. The post office had them for about and hour and a half from the time the called me to the time I picked them up. In that time, 2 Barred Rock pullets succumbed to the cool temps in the climate controlled post office.
|Healthy chicks: to the front is a Rhode Island|
Red cockerel, left a Barred Rock pullet, the
others are Rhode Island Red pullets