Guess what we have at the Cottage?
Here's a hint:
Long-time bloggity friends may recognize the alien spaceship-look of my fancy-dancy, Rube Goldberg-inspired incubator from the Bombshells tenure there two and a half years ago. Take one rabbit cage, surround with a metallic sunshield from the car, heat it with a light bulb and a foil pin tin reflector. Finally put some easily-removed foil over the gate. Dig out the old chick feeder and water dish. Add two little peeps.
Let me introduce you to the new girls:
"Chick One and Chick Two, meet the Readers.
Readers, this is Chick One and Chick Two."
The Bombshells' egg production has dropped dramatically and their days (weeks? months?) are numbered. Sad but true. And we're pretty spoiled by fresh eggs, a use for all the kitchen scraps and chickens that do the composting for us so a change was in the works.
My feed store has been stocking baby chicks for the past month and I finally caved after buying fre$h egg$ at the Farmer$ Market.
This time around we are going with Buff Orpingtons--they should grow up to be attractive matronly hens with golden feathers.
I'm open to suggestions on better names than Chick One and Chick Two! You had some great suggestion for my first flock: The Bombshells were named for movie stars: Rita (Hayworth), Sophia (Loren), Carole (Lombard) and Norma Jean. My feeling is that our new girls will be more down-to-earth, girl-next-door types.