…a funny thing happened on the way to the bar
So we got our new peeps this week. Of course on the busiest possible day. Our Honda is in desperate need of a brake job, and the parts aren’t in yet, so we’re down to one fully operational car. We both have 8:30s in town, so we are crunched for time. So of course the post office calls to say the chicks are in.
So I race to the post office with the heater on blast furnace. We put them in and set the brooder temp.
Not quite up to temp yet. The Husband built the temperature controller. But they seem pretty happy.
We have our hatch chicks in there with them, and maybe will add from the broody hen if she rejects her eggs or chicks.