Brett placed his order for our monthly hay and feed delivery yesterday and then he called me at work.
"The lady at the feed store says they have baby chicks."
Me: We don't need more chickens.
Brett: She said they are a rare/endangered breed.
Yeah, Brett knows how to break down my defenses really fast. I called the feed store, researched the breed (Marans) and called Brett back. He said he would go down this morning and pick them up.
Marans are a French breed that lay large dark chocolate colored eggs.
|Marans eggs in the middle.|
|Picture of a Cuckoo Marans|
This morning, Brett went down the mountain to Home Depot and bought his brooder building supplies. Then he went to the feed store and bought the chicks. While he was gone, I made up a temporary place for them using the container we use to ice drinks when we BBQ in the summer.
|Necessity is the mother of invention, right? It's a pretty sad brooder, I know.|
As always, Brett built a beautiful brooder.
|Thinking about his next move. He doesn't draw plans; he just does it.|
|We carried it up to the house from the barn. The thing weighs a ton. I think its indestructible.|
|The chicks seemed happy with their new digs.|