Our First Friday As Chick {And Duck} Owners

A few hours ago, I had the most perfect opportunity to sit down and write a focused and collected post. The only problem being, that I was no where near being at all collected or close to being focused. I busy bodied myself enough to relieve some of the mental mania, now I can honestly sit here and type with clarity, I have no idea how we are even at Friday in the week.



I blame it on the shock of realizing Easter is next weekend, I blame it on Blogger throwing me for a whirl by changing their template, I blame it on the snow, I blame it on the little escaped snort with Joey's belly giggles, I blame it on my need to listen to Mumford & Sons album on a continues repeat, I blame it on the 3 bags of jelly beans I've eaten in an impressively short period of time, I blame it on ………………………this……………….…. part of the play list song being my favorite part...

But mostly… I blame it on these guys…



I had big plans for these little ones, for my little ones. I have this dreadful feeling that this Easter will be our last Easter, that all three kids will still believe in the magic of a bunny… So in attempt to make it  an amazing hooray, I had envisioned a fluffy chick surprise filled Easter morning… the Easter Bunny would have pulled through, in a big way…



Because reality tends to work his unwelcome'd way into many of my 'big plans' to make a long story short, things started falling apart at the seems.

Apparently, Pullets {please excuse my newly retained chicken lingo} are a hot commodity, something you plan for, prepare for, and place an order ahead of time for, not just run to the store on a whim to pick up the day before Easter… and if you do have the opportunity to just run to the store and pick some up, it's a week and a half before Easter Sunday, it also requires three separate trips to a 45 minute away store, first thing in the morning, with an "I guarantee, you chickens this time" pledge that has just as much follow through as me "guaranteeing" to stay away from the jelly beans the next few weeks.



So long story, turned to short story over, we now have six chicks and two ducks residing in our basement until they are not only big enough, but the weather is warm enough, to transfer them to their forever home… outside.

The kids are in love with them, I'm excited for fresh eggs, and Nate's partial to the ducks… But we are all very much enjoying the experience of something so new and different to the Richardson family… {except for Buffett.. she hates them… I guarantee she'll warm up to them though}



Anyways, this very moment doesn't present itself with as ideal as a few hours ago, my attention occupied by writing has created mayhem in the form of Wesley releasing a few too many chicks from their confinements and is now having great difficulty herding them in the same general direction, I feel it's time to bring this post to a close and go enjoy the show.

May no one fall asleep on your head this weekend…



Happy Friday!