Peeps!

A flock of moms carrying cardboard boxes and leading toddlers headed to the first-grade pod in the elementary school.

DS2's first grade class hatched chicks in a Hova-Bator incubator with a fan. Out of 24 set, 19 hatched so his teacher had to use the wisdom of Solomon in giving out the chicks to the kids. Some parents didn't want chicks so about two-thirds of the kids were interested.

DS2 ended up with three. He named all three Chirpie, Charlie and Fluffy but can't tell them apart. We might be able to later.

We put them in a potato box from work, along with pine bedding, a lightbulb, feed and a little drinker. The feeder and waterer will fit any size Mason jar, so I attached them to jelly jars.

Plan is to make a chicken tractor for them and keep them in the garden vs. finishing them for meat. (I want DS2 to keep eating meat!)

Now I have to find out all I can about chicken tractors.

A novel idea could hatch from this -- a hippie eco-friendly type gal butts heads with a conventional "heavy iron" kind of farmer. Not that sounds like me in real life. No. Not at all ...

Taking three first-grade chicks is a lot more work than starting a bunch of 50 or 100!

First day of school!

Wow ... first day of school. Our oldest cowboyed up and is trying to stay cheerful about going to middle school, a source of worry all summer. Our middle one is coasting, looking forward to bigger and better math problems. Our youngest could barely balance his big ol' back pack. Loaded with boxes of Cheezits, Kleenex, gym shoes, crayons, glue, markers and a whole handful of Number 2 pencils, the backpack weighed more than him. Of course DH imagined the first-graders going down like dominoes if one went down under the weight of his or her backpack! What visual!