I carried the box of babies, chirping up a storm, out the back door to the garage. Apparently eleven chickens and a red light were a bit too much in the nursery for a new mom so Emily banished them to the garage! So out we traipsed to the garage where the set up and Aretha and Ginger had been moved. The noise raised the attention of Daffodil the grown chicken. She pulled up tall and started attacking my boot. Seems one of the babies was talking smack. Safely in the garage, I dipped each tiny beak into the water … Continue reading Ready..Set..Chicks!