Several weeks ago, before we got rabbits, we got chickies.
image: from martha0stout’s phone
image: from martha0stout’s phone
This is from the first day that we had them. The brown ones are egg-layers and the yellow ones are meat chickens that sadly only live for two months after they are fully matured, which also happens faster than the egg-layers. They are adorable and make tiny little cheeps that would keep my sister (whose room their little protected tub and heat lamp were placed in) up all night.
image: from martha0stout’s phone
image: from martha0stout’s phone
She ended up sleeping in our sister’s room upstairs after our sister and her husband had to head back into the Valley we’d just left. (Adam couldn’t breathe out here, so they’re getting an apartment with his sister and another of our sisters in April. They will be back for their furniture in April as well.)
The chickies don’t bother my niece and I, who can hear them from our room, but we’re heavier sleepers than Julia.
The cats and Sissy are very interested in the chickies as well! (I tried to catch a picture of Iris as well, but she’s like this ink blot that soaks up all light without reflecting any back!)
image: Sissy, from martha0stout’s phone
image: Cotton, from martha0stout’s phone
image: Usako, from martha0stout’s phone
Breathing In 