Well, maybe it really IS spring, after all...
The surest sign of spring at our house is this:
We've got 77 of the little fluffballs busily eating, sleeping, pooping, and peeping, happily at home in a recycled refrigerator box in our living room.
Fifty-two are Cornish X -
and there are 25 Rhode Island Reds.
They all hunkered down under the light for a few minutes to warm up,
then discovered the food.
They were actually supposed to arrive yesterday, but there was a glitch at the hatchery - the CornishX chicks were a day late hatching. The company said that they'd arrive either Wednesday or Thursday - probably Thursday.
But when I woke up this morning to the sound of rolling thunder and pouring rain, I had a feeling they'd be here today. Oh, yeah...
They're all warm and cosy, but I'm still dripping.