Babies!!!!

Many (many) years ago my father was learning basic computer programming.  At the time, his secretary raised ducks and had a clutch of ducklings in her house.  He set up a program that would print out a series of words, to the effect of "peep peep peep peep peep splat peep peep splat peep peep," something she dealt with constantly.

Last weekend my family walked into Big R (a farming wonderland if you have one available) and lo and behold we were greeted by not one peep but a whole chorus of peeping, pooping, and pecking chicks waiting for a good home.  There were gold sexlinks, a huge clump of buff orps, and even some polish crested looking like someone has snuck in during the night and glued little cotton balls to their heads. The black stars seemed determined to outdo the competition, making more noise than any other group.

It's hard to keep motivated towards a more rural/farming life during the winter in the City.  Our drive wanes with the sunlight and it starts to seem like we'll never have a few acres of our own with our own animals on it. And then spring sneaks up and something like this happens.  We barely resisted picking up a bunch of the little sweeties and setting up the brooder in the basement, even though our house is up for sale and most of our belongings live in storage for the time being.

Sigh.  Soon enough.