Oh yes we did. Four little five-day-old black fuzzballs. And now our whole household is just plum chicken crazy.
As you can see, we're having a little trouble naming them (I feel that the Mister, smart as he is, is particularly handicapped). So far we have one Barred Rock named Tilly, who is proving to be something of a bully, and a Cuckoo Maran named Lucille, after Ms. Ball.
But otherwise, we're at a loss. I'm liking Kung Pow and Cashew, for the two remaining chicks, but I'm not sure.
Send me some suggestions. If we chose your names, I'll send you an advanced copy of Novella Carpenter's not-yet-released book, Farm City. Ms. Carpenter is sort of the inspiration behind our new urban farmyard, though, so consider yourself warned.
A thing I like
My coworker Elizabeth Jardina's blog about the chickens at Sunset. She's a fact checker extraordinaire and my go-to gal for all sorts of chicken-related information. Also, she warned me against this and I didn't listen.