So, today we brought home some chicks. We have a Welsummer, an Easter Egger, a Blue Laced Wyandotte and a Gold Laced Wyandotte, and right now they’re peeping away quietly in our spare bathroom, which is where they’ll stay for the next two weeks or so until we can get a more permanent home set up for them in the basement.
New chicks weren’t anywhere on the agenda when we started the day, but we had some plans fall through with friends, and I was suddenly struck with the notion that we should at least have a conversation about whether we even want to extend the flock, and if we do, when?
So I sat down to chat with Matt about it, and he said, “Well, maybe we should get more this year, but I think I’ll need a good week or two to wrap my mind around it and prepare.”
And I said, “Yep.”
And we kept talking about the pros and cons, and all the equipment we would need (which wasn’t much because we’ve done all of this before), and we decided we probably should go ahead with it this year. After all, we have loads of space set up for chickens and a fortress of a coop, so why not?
So I said, “You want to go get them today?”
And he said, “No, I think I’m still going to need some time to wrap my mind around it.”
And I said, “Uh huh.”
And about a minute later, we were making plans to go to the feed store to pick up some chicks.
That’s about how all our big decisions get made.