So, Friday we finally got our chicks. I was all excited. We kept them inside Friday night, Saturday the husband and the boys built a small chicken coop with a fence around it. We checked on them throughout the night, but I woke up to a dog barking. The neighbors dog, was out at the pen. I didn't have my glasses on, I didn't think the dog was actually in the coop.
So early this morning my youngest son goes to check on them and finds an empty coop. So despite the cheerfulness of these spring chickens. We learned our lesson about neighbor dogs and early morning chicken raids.
Anyways this is a depressing post. I edited the shots last night. I was not expecting this ending to thier short story so soon. I was half expecting half of the birds to die before they reached egg laying stage. But, I did not expect a early morning tragedy.
I just read an article about how most chicks bought don't make it to their first birthday. Well, we've pretty much proven that statistic in a weekend. I guess, I will never successfully move to Arkansas. I had the photos edited, so I decided to share the tragedy with all of you.