In the middle of winter, I start seriously looking forward to spring. I want to have my hands in the dirt, planting our garden. I want to be mowing the lawn. I want to go outside without my coat on. Since I can’t do any of those things when the temperatures are below freezing, we have to compromise. This year, that meant getting baby chicks and raising them inside so that when the weather is nice, we can have all sorts of hens wandering the yard and laying us copious amounts of eggs.
I will say, baby chicks are adorable. They’re tiny and fluffy and their little chirps are endearing. BUT, I am always quickly reminded how much I hate having baby chicks inside. They’re dusty, they get louder and louder as they get older, and they STINK to high heaven. Seriously, no matter how often I clean their trough, I have to hold my breath and run past them.