We have a peep! A real live honest to god sweet baby chicken.
Isn't she/he just the cutest? I am hoping it's a hen, although it's too early to tell. So in line with that hope I am going to name her, Miss. Peeperington.
Mostly she justs eats and sleeps and looks fucking adorable.
Why, yes, I am going to fill this entire post with pictures of my peep. Your welcome.
I made the decision to pull Miss. Peeperington inside and raise her by hand, because my adult chickens are apparently deadbeat parents. Assholes. Which cost me the first peep of the season because apparently my chickens are murderous dicks.
Luckily I still had my rat cage, back from when I had the best pet I have ever had in my entire life, my rat Pushkins.
|May there be lots of wine in heaven for you, little guy. *sniff*|
Anyway, I already had the cage set up, luckily because I had been at work all night slept in till three, only to staggerer blearily down to the chicken coup to discover that we now have 26 chickens. All I did was scoop Peeperington into my hand, carry her up here and start the heat lamp. I also placed a towel around the sides of the cage to help her warm up to temp faster. And that was it. Everything was ready to go.
So A+ for preparedness.
Miss, Peeperington is currently located in my office. Which means that, as I type this, I can look down and watch her sleeping blissfully. Except that I keep freaking she is dead and then I have to stop what I am doing and watch to see the comforting rise and fall of her breathing.
Also it's like a bajillion degrees in here, because, heat lamp. And I can't open a window because drafts can kill.
But otherwise, wonderful. It's like I have finally achieved my dream from when I was like, 8, and finally get to have a whole shit ton of animals and no one can tell me no because I am an adult now.
You knew this was coming.