When Doubt Leads to Determination

I cannot help smiling while thinking over a main topic of last night’s mealtime conversation.

Chickens. :)

Yep, I ordered chickens a few nights ago.

It all started a month or so back when my little sis’s school offered to sell the chickens they are hatching as an embryology project.

I researched and read. Researched some more, and read more.

And then, (after receiving permission to ‘get’ chickens – with the condition that I would be SOLELY responsible for them – their housing, feeding, watering, etc), I ordered some from a website called mypetchicken.com

I was expecting the chicks to cost around $3.00 a piece, and the average turned out to be $3.25.

But somewhere in my thinking, I totally neglected the cost of speedy shipping. It is pretty astronomical for Expedited Shipping.

(Did you know that the United States Post Office is the only shipping entity that will transport day-old chicks in the mail?)

Anyhow, instead of getting the 6 chicks I had planned on, I ended up ordering 15.
Yes, fifteen. (Because the shipping was cheaper).

I have never raised chickens before, but I suppose there is a first time for everything, and it is a skill that I hope to say I’ve mastered sometime in the future years.

But rewind, and now fast-forward a few days of vehemently researching about chickens (which I will be following up in the future with some resources if you happen to be interested in raising chickens or just like being knowledgeable about the subject), which all leads up to last night when my family and I went over to my grandpa’s for dinner.

I got to tell ‘my news’ of expecting chickens to Papa, which led into a long conversation of me trying to explain (as best I can) the plan for the new additions.

I tried describing (and finally gave up and drew a picture) of what a chicken tractor looks like and their prescribed benefits. I was asked what ‘my plan’ was for when the day-old chicks arrive (because they don’t get to live outside for 4-6 weeks, or until they are all feathered out).

But the most memorable part of the conversation – the laughing at the speculation of doom of my not-even-yet-hatched-chicks.

There were jokes about how our two dogs will have 15 days of treats.
Even the idea of tossing the cat in the chicken pen for a minimized mess, rather than them disappearing one by one.

We laughed about the picture of these happenings – though I can definitely tell you that I don’t want my well-spent money and time to be turned into glorified pet treats. ;)

After a few of these “ideas” had been tossed around, I mentioned that I may have to get a signed contract for when my sister takes care of them when I’m gone on a trip this summer (so I will have some ‘insurance’ that they will be here when I get back) because I’m a tad concerned there is a vendetta against their survival.

(Just to clarify so you’re not worried about the lack of sensitivity, my dad asked me after we got home to draw up my plans for my chicken tractor so we could see what supplies we needed and my sister is going to be feeding them this summer when I’m away, so there is support…. just maybe with a bit of doubt.)

I did, however, firmly inform my dad and sister, that if the rough gets going, they won’t be eating any of MY eggs from MY chickens. ;)

In the end: the consensus from my dad and little sis (and maybe a bit from my mom) is that MY chickens are NOT going to last the summer.

I guess we shall see but I am all the more determined to try my best to succeed (and prove them wrong in the process).

Do you have any tips, tricks, or advice to guide me to success?!

I would so appreciate and love to hear from you.

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