The critter count at Eegeebeegee, capital of the Tallahatchie Free State, increased significantly this past Easter weekend.
It has long been the intention of the Colonel to add domesticated fauna raising to the extant flora raising activities aboard his vast holdings here at the northern end of southern nowhere. The Colonel would occasionally point to the spot on the grounds adjacent to the Man Toy Storage and Sawdust Production Facility upon which a future chicken coop and hen house would someday rise in simple and functional elegance.
The future is now.
While on a shopping trip to the "big city" (Tupelo) last Saturday, the comely and kind-hearted Miss Brenda and the Colonel were stimulating the economy in our favorite frilly, fanciful hobby and manly, practical tractor supply stores (separately and respectively) when they were overcome by the overwhelming urge to buy chicks for the Hope of 21st Century Civilization (H21CC, dash 1 and 2).
There is something sinisterly irresistible about a feeding trough full of fuzzy yellow and brown chicks.
A downy little chick just has to be picked up.
A downy little chick just has to be taken home to H21CC-1, -2.
The store required a minimum purchase of six chicks. Who needs six chicks? There are only two grandchildren, at present, gracing the grounds of the Big House at Eegeebeegee. Two chicks would be plenty.
The Colonel bought eight.
The comely and kind-hearted Miss Brenda's mother hen instincts went immediately into hyper-drive. Ever driven for an hour with a chick peeping in your ear? Oh, and the chickens were making a lot of noise, as well.
The large cardboard box in which the Colonel intended to raise the chicks for the next several weeks lasted two days. The Colonel dutifully disappeared into the sawdust production side of the Man Toy Storage and Sawdust Production Facility and emerged several hours and approximately three-quarters of a ton of sawdust later with the Eegeebeegee Chick Raising Box (patent pending). Ostensibly man-portable, the Eegeebeegee Chick Raising Box (patent pending) required the aid of the Colonel's trusty red tractor--Semper Field--to transport from the sawdust production side of the Man Toy Storage and Sawdust Production Facility to the spot in the garage at which the comely and kind-hearted Miss Brenda insisted was close enough to the door to the Big House to allow her to communicate with her new peeps.
Yesterday, H21CC-1 and the Colonel measured off and staked out the site on which Eegeebeegee's next edifice will rise. The Colonel will keep the three of you who regularly waste precious rod and cone time perusing posts hereon appropriately apprised of the chicken coop and hen house construction activities as they unfold.
Can anyone tell the Colonel whether chickens lay eggs, or do they give live birth?