Today is hatching day. Well, maybe just round one of a couple of weeks of hatching eggs. The kids get very excited to see the baby chicks.
Once Ryan got home, we set up an old swimming pool with shavings and a warming lamp for the cute balls of fluff.
I have to enjoy them when they are small and cute, and you can hold them. Once they are grown up, I find I have to arm myself against attacking roosters. We currently only have two roosters, but they can be wicked. I don't consider myself a violent person, but I've had to beat down the white rooster a few times. And I don't feel bad about it. I hate it when he tries to attack me from behind. When he went after Maddie, I chased him for quite some time trying to beat him. I'm sure it was amusing for the neighbors to watch me running all around the field with a 1 x 2 stake after that darn bird.