We’re all about the chickens. They’re here. We have them. Wee chicks. It’s proving very hard to get decent photos of them, as they live in a brooder cage in the poorly lit basement and their heat lamp has a red bulb that makes for odd photography. Trust me, they are so much cuter than is in evidence here.
We got four, one for each member of the family, and we each named our own chicken. So, please welcome:
Tiger, Kiddo’s Golden-Laced Wyandotte
Brown, Ladybug’s Black Sexlink
Duckie, Billy’s light Sussex
Cricket, my Barred Plymouth Rock
Ladybug and Brown
Tiger, the Golden-Laced Wyandotte
Kiddo with Tiger
Cricket
Duckie (short for Rubber Duckie)
Awesome.
Our dog breeder had pigs named Sausage and Bacon, and a chicken named — what else? — Chicken Nugget. Just thought I’d share that.
Also — the funky lighting in your pictures looks like lava and Land of the Lost, and reminds me of the chickens’ dinosaur lineage, especially the one of Tiger, who seems to be channeling his inner T-Rex.
Congratulations on your fluffy little chickies!!
Ooooh! One of my – hopefully one day – more attainable life goals is to have my own brood. Congrats!
Oh they’re adorable! so lucky! I hope to have some of my own soon!
having grown up with chickens…I know your kids will remember them forever..
Adorable! I hope to keep chickens someday. I loved having them when I was little.
This sanctuary is in your neck of the woods. Bless his heart.
http://www.theblaze.com/stories/what-is-the-urban-chicken-retirement-phenomenon/