Regular Monday/Thursday postings are on a little break for awhile, but I wanted to pop in and let you know that the 55 Freedom Ranger chicks for our first Old School class arrived this morning!
At 5:45am. Yes, ma’am.
They arrive by priority mail (naturally) in a ventilated cardboard box. Chicks can survive for 2 days without food or water, thanks to the super-duper eggshell they are born in. Eggs are amazing. This allows them to be shipped pretty much anywhere. These chicks were born Wednesday at 9am and were sitting at the post office bright and early this morning.
We chose Freedom Rangers (awesome name) from Pennsylvania. (website HERE) They’ll grow with us for 10 weeks and then they’ll become, sigh, food. That’s it. Ten weeks. These birds grow crazy fast. We outfitted the mini-coop with a sliding plexi-glass window/door that allows for easy viewing. In 3 weeks, the chicks will be allowed to graze outside and then return to the coop for bed.
So, come on out and visit! They’ll be here until Saturday, September 24th. Bring your own chair because it doesn’t look like these kiddos are moving any time soon!
Blessings,
KatieKate
Apple pie, anyone? 
July 15th, 2011 at 10:06 am
better than tv….
July 15th, 2011 at 10:20 am
I’d be right out there with them 🙂
July 15th, 2011 at 10:51 am
That is so stinkin’ awesome! Glad your kiddos have front row seats.
July 15th, 2011 at 10:58 am
yay for chicks!
July 15th, 2011 at 11:04 am
That window/door is a great idea! Love that pic of them sitting there watching the chicks!
July 15th, 2011 at 5:45 pm
if that is not the most gorgeous picture of rylie I have ever seen!
July 15th, 2011 at 6:30 pm
How loud were they at the post office? If I worked at that post office, I would have stuck a little tiny flashlight in the holes so I could have watched them.
July 17th, 2011 at 5:03 pm
That can be arranged!
July 19th, 2011 at 9:39 pm
Oh! How WONDERFUL! I know you are on a break (which if anyone understands, it’s me), but can you share just a few pics here and there as they grow? I want chickens SO BADLY, but it’s not meant to be for now. I have to live vicariously through the coops of others.
Hope all is well, pretty mama.