Today I got to spend a part of my morning watching Laurel and Ruby, two year old twin daughters of the farmers. We spent a full 30 minutes playing in a dirt pile. I kid you not. We were looking for earthworms or as Laurel and Ruby call them, "wormies". We would dig with our hands and the girls would yell, "Wormies!!" whenever we'd find one. They of course had to hold them. Then we'd continue digging looking for more. Laurel announced that she wanted no fewer than seven wormies. Ruby was content to find as many as she could. Sometimes we would take breaks from digging and the girls would run up to the top of the dirt pile (about 4 ft high), scream and giggle, then run back down. Then it was back to searching for those wonderful wormies. Who would have thought that a dirt pile was such a great toy? I loved every minute of searching for wormies with the girls.
After work I stopped by tto see the new chicks that had come in the mail. Believe it or not you can order chicks through the mail. They are shipped over night and must be picked up at the post office! They made it safe and sound through the postal system. There were also some fertilized eggs someone was incubating. These came from a local hobby farm, not through the mail. A few had just hatched so we watched them try to figure out how to use their legs. New life is amazing. I strolled home smiling and chuckling over the day's events. What a unique place I am in and what a wonder-full life is farming!
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my mom has had one of her impulsive moments and decided to become a chicken farmer. She hatched some eggs the other day that she bought from the back of a truck in the parking lot of a farming store. makes me laugh!
It makes me think of Tuck. Poor Tuck.
~Amy
i thought of tuck as well amy. especially when i learned that many of the incubating eggs didn't make it. they were fertilized eggs but they never developed. oh tuck. we tried our best.
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