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Chickies! EEEK!

I woke up at 10:30 this morning to let Baby Baa out of the barn to graze and play... I had such a late night last night, I snuggled back down with the dogs. The phone rang at 11 am... It was Barbara, my neighbor. I haven't mentioned this but I've turned her to the "darkside"... Chickens. She's wanted them for months and finally got her partner to half-way approve.

Anyway, the local feed store had in a batch of chicks! She asked if I'd come along and well, I was in my pajamas, needed a shower and just not ready to go somewhere. But I agreed anyway... Though I did go into a panic when she said she'd be here in 10 minutes. Oi, Needless to say, I left looking a little scary. When she arrived, she had an ice cold coke in the truck for me which was much welcomed and needed. I need the caffiene!

I told myself on the way, only 2 chicks, if that... and only if it was breeds I was interested in.

Wellll, I've been wanting a Rhode Island Red and they had a bin full! But then I saw the White Cochins, and oh my God, they were SO cute.

At this point, Barbara is sitting in the floor cooing and talking to the chicks... It amused me highly. She would ask "Do you want me to be your mama, baby?!" to every chick she picked up and apparently, some said no, because she put down a few. I was holding in some major laughter. Keep in mind, she was dead set on Australorps and White Leghorns ONLY plus an Australorp Rooster. That went out the window when she saw these littles. They did have Leghorns but no Australorps.

Actually, they had a fair selection. Dominiques, Rhode Island Reds, Buff Orpingtons, White Cochins, White Leghorns, Silver Laced Wyandottes, Golden Phoenix (only 2 left) and Buff Silkies (only 2 left). They'd sold out of the Ameracaunas but that was fine by me as I have plenty of those.

I talked to a lady about guineas while I contemplated what I wanted. However, I declined her offer for 2 guinea poults. I picked out my Rhode Island carefully. No markings on the back, just solid red and really friendly. Then a White Cochin. The Silver Laced looked so exotic, I decided to get one of those. Then I noticed one of the Silkie babies was being bullied by the others... Som she went into our box as well. I used GREAT self disipline and made myself put down the other silkie plus the Buff Orpington and White Leghorn I kept eyeing.

By this time, Barbara's plan of keeping just 2 breeds is out the window. She has 2 Rhode Island Reds, 2 Dominiques, the last 2 Golden Phoenix, 2 White Leghorns and out of all the roosters, she picked a Silver Laced Roo. Funny because she was deadset on not raising "mutt" chickens down the road so her rooster needed to "match" at least one of her hens... he doesn't. I had picked him up and oohed over him but I said "I don't need roos, though..." and she said "Well, if you don't want him, I do!" and that was that.

When we got to the counter, Barbara insisted upon paying for mine which was a surprise and so very nice of her. She also got us an organic strawberries and cream popsicle a piece which was super yummy.

I was really surprised at how much fun we had... We had a blast picking our babies and talking.

Once I got home and showed off my babies, Mimi decided instead of a Blue Orp Trio or Ameracauna Trio she had been wanting for the fenced in area behind her house, she really liked the looks of my Silver Lace so back we went. And well, I felt bad for leaving the single silkie bantam alone. We got there just in time as there was only one Silver Lace Roo left. However, the silkie baby was gone already. Duna tossed in a White Leghorn for me and another Buff Orpington since I love Wilma so much.

Mimi was thrilled with her 3.

By this time, it's 3:30 pm... I went over to see if Bub had her's settled in once we were home. She was loving on them when I drove up, kissing them and had one asleep in her hand.

While I was over, Duna called and let me know he had bought hay. I went with and loaded the 10 bales which was pretty hard work.

Needless to say, I'm exhausted... but it has been an awesome, fun-filled, great day!

OK....this dog is such a nut. His owner told me his family was going to San Francisco for three days and leaving him home alone. Another neighbor was scheduled to drop in on him in the morning and feed him and he just asked me if I'd keep tabs on his water since it was going to be triple digit temps. Of course, I did more than that...besides the walks, I brought him to my house where he could play with Spot. Unfortunately, I have terrible grass and it's filled with those stickers....which stuck to him ALL over. I was trying to get them off his face, but he kept playfully nipping at my wrists and arms. Sometimes he's cute...sometimes.
This weekend was too much though... He broke his collar while he was under my watch and ran away from me to go say hi to another dog. He's friendly with other dogs...it's just that he can't let one go by without making a big scene and barking...not ALL dogs want to say Hi to him after they see how he's acting, know what I mean? His cheap snap closure collar began getting bigger and bigger until I couldn't hold on to him anymore and he slipped away. Luckily, the dog he ran to is one I'm familiar with and friendly.
We ran into some people walking a Pitbull not too long ago. When they turned the corner, they yelled at us to "watch our dogs" because they had a Pit. They walked off the sidewalk and kept their dog far away from us, but Barkey could have broken free from me then, and that would have been a horrible, tragic thing. He pulled so hard my hands bruised. Long story short....he's starting to turn into a liability for me and I'm realizing that he's not that easy to walk....not around my neighborhood where there's plenty of mean dogs for him to lunge at.
I took Spots collar off and put it on Barkey in order to get him home. Spot walked with Barkeys broke ass collar...hanging off of him and I just hoped we didn't see any cats. Even Spot can be difficult if he really thinks there's a possibility he could get a cat. We saw two, and I'm proud to say that my baby looked at that cat, stopped for a second and kept walking, and with plenty of slack on the leash. He's such a good boy my baby... This crazy one... He's getting harder to control, what's up with that?