my biddy sitter

By the time you read this, I will have already finished loading the van, slept several hours, and am probably being woken up to either a) eat breakfast or b) pump gas, and we will be 1/4 of the way to our first Alabama destination.

Since our "Easter Eggers" are still under a heat lamp, I can't leave them to be checked on only once a day. So thankfully a teenager in our church, who is an avid animal lover, is willing to look after them for the week we're gone. The last time she had a chick (but not ours), it wound up in a photo op playing stare down with her pet hamster. Her little hamster might not stand a chance with four chicks though.

They've changed so much in the week that I've had them that it wouldn't surprise to come home and find them in their ugly stage (where the wings are grown and the head feathers are coming in while the neck fuzz is coming out). Meanwhile, our 22 teenagers continue to mature. (In case you notice fine details, yes we lost one to Mr. Chicken Hawk over the weekend). I was hoping we could keep them all together until they had aged a little more, but the cockerels (teenage roosters) are starting to get a little more aggressive in their staredowns. In the beginning, it was quite fun to watch. I call it Kung Foo Chicken. And one day, I'll figure out how to downsize the video so it can load. Until then, I guess you can just take my word for it.