They are SO CUTE!

The moment we have been waiting for has finally arrived.  I swear this has been months in the making. Brandis, Bryce and I decided we wanted more chickens.  The ladies we have are levelled off in their egg production.   Add to that the idea of blending a coop on my side of the fence with the existing one on hers, a sort of bi-neighbor chicken cooperative.  We started planning this back in January, and ordered our first 5 girls.  We actually got a little crazy and have another 4 coming from a different chicken vendor as well---different varieties with differing egg colors.
     So that all involves a little planning.  Add fencing on the portion of my yard bordering hers, so more securely contain our future hens.  Planning a coop.  That in and of itself is a grand adventure, as I have a goal of involving as many others in the creation of the coop.  To wit:  I hope to avoid making a Taj MaCoop with expensive fittings and what not.  I dream of a cooperative approach to this by obtaining building materials from friends.  I will pay them back with.....eggs!   My friend Morgan has already supplied me with some tongue-in-groove for possible siding.
    Then last week, we heard from My Pet Chicken, one of our varieties had hatching issues and there was a possibility we wouldn't be able to receive our complete order.  A bit of a nail-biter until yesterday, when, sure enough!  All 5 shipped.  I planned the trip to the Seattle Farm Coop for today.
    Imagine my surprise to hear from the post office that our chicks had arrived, and were serenading the front lobby!  A day earlier than expected, but no problem!  I rush to the Farm Coop, get the baby chick food and the red light that will keep them warm.   They are so nice there!
     And then rush home, get Bryce and go get our little peepers!  It was agony driving home, listening to their cheep-cheeping.   I even got to sing to them (much to Bryce's distress).
     Then we put them in their new brooder box, and oogled them for an hour.  I can already see myself becoming completely distracted, frittering away long periods just watching them toodle about their little home.  One, the smallest, already has a name:  Peanut.  More on this to come!

That's Peanut, playing Queen of the Hill, otherwise known as the food dish.