Chicky, Chicky
At the beginning of the month, we bought ten little chicks. They are the cutest little things. We have four white chicks, four red and two black ones. We keep them in a little brooder for now. Greg is working on a coop for them to stay in when they get all of their feathers and it warms up a bit.
They are fun to have, but require a bit of tending. The first week we had to keep their cage at about ninety five to a hundred degrees. Every week after that you can drop the temperature five degrees. The temp is important because the little featherlings they have do not keep them warm.
You also have to keep the food jar filled and be sure they have clean water. These tasks can be quite daunting because of their instinct to peck and scratch. It is so neat to watch them. You can fill the food and clean the water and then sit and watch them for about ten minutes, everything is a mess again. We finally got the water under control by setting it up a bit on small pieces of wood.
When we tell people that we bought chickens, we are always asked how many we lost. When I say that we have not lost any we get a look of surprise. I guess they are hard to raise from chicks.
Now, though, every time I walk into the garage, I am quick to see that they are all running around and alive. If they are all sleeping, I look to make sure they are breathing. I am extra concerned about losing one now. More than I was in the beginning.
I have to think about how God feels about us. If I am full of care and concern about my little chickys, how much more is our wonderful Creator concerned that He will not lose us. He puts a lot into us. He takes great care of us. Even when we mess things up, He makes sure we are running around, breathing.
Be a good chicky, Chicky.
