It’s almost time!
Friday at 11am, I will be at Agway, picking out my new girls. I can’t believe it’s been a year since I did that for the first time. I was so nervous I’d choose the wrong ones. As it turned out, they were all ferociously healthy, even if one of them was a stealth boy.
Last year, I chose three chicks of four breeds, for a total of twelve. I wanted a mixed flock, and, even as chicks, it was easy to tell the breeds apart.
This year…not so much.
I decided to go with a “good girls/bad girls” theme when naming the chicks this year. The good girls are the Silver Laced Wyandottes:
They’re to be named Dorothy, Alice and Gidget. The bad girls are the Australorps:
They’re to be named Scarlet, Delilah, and Jezebel.
(And, yes, I understand the philosophical and ethical dangers of assigning badness to blackness and goodness to whiteness, and also of assigning measurements of the soul based on outward appearances. I just can’t get worked up over it.)
That’s all fine and good, but what about when they’re fluff balls? Seems they’re going to look remarkably similar:
The first chicks, the darker ones, are the Wyandottes; the second pic, of the lighter chicks, is Australorps.
So, when does a chick go bad? The same as human girls…when they grow up.