We've been doing some home-grown living here at Third Street House, trying to bring down our living standards to something more reasonable. And with the latest Wall Street stuff, something I totally do not understand btw, I'm glad to know that we'll at least have eggs if the economy goes to hell in a handbasket!
Enter "the ladies of Third Street." Will brought them home last week and they're getting bigger each day in the laundry room. I'm not sure how to find the pictures of them when they were just balls o' fuzz. But . . .
This was taken almost a week later. Today. Nice wings ladies! And we're getting a little tailfeather action as well. They're called Red Comets and will give us brown eggs.
We've named them all after our patron saints, Jude, Francis, Luke, Michael, and Cecilia (or Judey, Franky, Lukey, Mikey and CeeCee, since they're girls). The 6th one is name Parma-Jean. Chicken Parma-Jean. That's sad isn't it? But fun to say.
I don't know about you, but I look at the world around me and feel a little anxious with all that is happening. As one of those black-and-white people that refuses to compromise, I've been pushed out of the electoral process (I'm voting for my sister!), and I wonder what the future will hold. And then I look at baby chickens and my own kids and am thankful God loves me and the whole world. Even the birds.
Adorable chicks! And I love the way you think.
xo
Posted by: Jeanne Damoff | October 01, 2008 at 09:38 PM
Our chicks finally grew up and started laying eggs a month or two ago. We've got about 50 sitting in our fridge right now...even more than this HUGE family can eat. I'll try to remember to bring a couple of dozen up with me when I see you.
Posted by: Elysa | October 14, 2008 at 03:37 PM