The plan was to finish up the chicken pen and then paint the poopable surfaces in the coop.
The plan was to let things settle, pick up some chicks this weekend and then move them into their new quarters.
The reality was that I ran out of lathe screws for putting up the fencing.
The reality was that the local hardware doesn’t carry them.
The reality was that my daughter got sick and we were suddenly in charge of our granddaughter.
The reality was that my wife said “Wouldn’t it be nice if we could get chicks for Easter while Lily was here?”
The reality is that I’m impulsive, and we have an old pen and all of our chick supplies and a granddaughter.
So here they are, in our house, waiting for the paint to dry.
The only breed Tractor Supply had on hand was Isa Browns. Never heard of them before, and I had envisioned picking only cool old heirloom breeds. These are Rhode Island Red and Rhode Island White crosses of some kind.
I’m not complaining. From what I was told, and from what I’ve since read, Isa Browns are hardy, personable and great brown egg layers.
But the plans. The plans.
Plans are for suckers.