Ready (or not)

 I believe I mentioned in my last post that I tend to be impatient.  I really wanted chickens last year.  Since we moved here last March, in the middle of cold, rainy weather, and had tons of things to do just to get settled along with the chicken house needing repair and all the prep work it involved it simply was not reasonable to jump into the chicken venture.
All year long it's been our my goal to be ready for chickens this spring.
HAHAHA--Read, *my goal to have my husband have everything done*.

Well...spring is here, the chickens are in,
and are we is he ready?

No, not quite!
Another bout of winter early spring nasty cold and rainy snow related weather postponed the needed hours to finish up getting the chicken house ready.

Oh well...who needs a chicken house for baby chicks anyway?
Turning back the pages on my memory book I remember my mom raising chickens all the years I was growing up before I turned a teenager and we moved to K-town.
We lived in a very small tiny town during those years, and we did not have a chicken house.
One of the places we lived was in the back of a grocery store/combo-feed store.  In part of the back area there were empty rooms that doubled quite well as a place to put chickens.
(What?  You don't put your chickens in the house with you?)

Another place we lived had an old adbanded house next to ours.  The house and fenced in yard worked as a perfect place for mom to keep/raise her chickens.
(What??  You don't do that either?)

Well, we are talking 40 years ago, and did I mention the town was TINY--you almost could consider it a non-town!  

WAIT A MINUTE--40 YEARS AGO??? Where did the time go?

So today I was on my way home from accross the state, and my husband calls.  It went kind of like this:
Him: "I bought the chickens today, you will need to stop in town and pick them up on your way thru."
Me:  "Uh, why didn't you take them home, you have the pickup"?
Him: "It's chilly, and they need to stay warm, just put them in the backseat."

Ohh, Kay.  Yes I guess I did want to raise chickens, I suppose that means I have to do more than tell the kids to gather the eggs, or fry them up after they're butchered, right?

So.  Husband forgot he had to work this afternoon, spent all morning in town, rushed home with the supplies, instead of being able to put the chickens in the chicken house we had to fix a place in the basement for them.   Do this, do that, like this, like that....he hollers as he runs out the door, leaving the poor chicks to our un-educated mercy.

These two have stated that they are the official "chicken keepers".  I hope they know what they're doing, because I sure don't!

 Now before you get all worried that we really don't know what we're doing, let me state that this is a very short stop-gate measure, and we had to go bring in my other large tub to additionally accommodate them.

I just checked on them.  food, check.  Water, check.  Heat, check.  Bedding, check.  Not too crowded, check.

I'll probably have to check on these two girls tonight--they'll probably want to go downstairs to sleep so they can keep them company.

Thanks in advance for all the prayers for my sanity & patience in this fowl adventure.


P.S.  Maybe you could pray for the chicks survival too, since we're such novices?  (at least until butchering time)