As you probably know by now, we are loving having chickens.  The fresh eggs each morning are awesome, but even better is getting to know and understand these strange fowl.

The chickens we have are “laying hens” and they do a good job of it, but they aren’t really great breeders. They don’t get broody very often (want to sit on eggs) and are pretty plain jane in the looks department.

So, our goal has been to expand our blood lines in the hen house.

Enter . . . the chicks.

Just the experience of taking the kids out to pick a chick of their own was pretty special. They ARE as cute as they look and the house is filled with little chirpy birdy sounds all day long.

But picking chicks does have it’s problems and I lie in bed wishing female gender on each of these lovely babies . . . knowing that we can only have one rooster in the coop and there is no way we could send our handsome Boa to the chopping block.

But can we send one of these instead?

So, as I battle the concept of the food chain, the 6 year old puts it into perspective by telling me ” so, if Sugarcube is a boy he goes away, and we get a new chick . . . and a chicken dinner, right mom”

Yes dear. I think that is what is going to happen. (egads)