Here a chick, there a chick...

Everywhere a chick, chick..

Old McCarthy had a "farm,"
"Eeeee.. Iiii..... Eeee...Iiii... Ooooo!!!"

We do not love on a farm, we are not farmers. We do not even have a barn.
We have a home, a Maple Syrup Building, and a Chicken Coop.
But not a farm.

We do, however, have chickens..for our own eggs.
We feed them non-medicated, hormone free feed, and we have healthy brown eggs every day that we need them.

Some kids are inclined to caring for animals...

and some ... are not.

My daughter, Leah, loves our chickens.  She even sells the brown eggs when we have an abundance.
She is an outdoors girl also.
All winter, I can remember asking where Leah was during Math time as we homeschooled, and then I heard the hose running.
In the winter!  She was thawing out their water can, and re-filling their water with fresh water each morning.. with gloves, and hats, and snow boots.
She loves animals.


And now..
now we have another "batch," of baby chicks...

Aren't they just so cute!?



All of the children are taking turns with their care.  They are like a new baby, and need care through the day.

So, I guess I can try and convince myself that we are not living on a farm - but some days, it sure does feel like it!