Chicks, chicks, chicks

It's raining today. Luckily, we don't have any hay down. Other local farmers are irritated that they can't get on the fields. The guy who leases our property for crops, namely corn and soybeans, got it all in earlier this week, before the window of good weather broke. Dad and I finished getting the row crops in the garden today, or rather we planted until we ran out of room and non-wet working conditions. The rain started almost as soon as we got everything put up and opened beers.

The baby chicks came this morning. YEY! They are adorable. And so tiny! I held one in my hand and it was so light it was like it wasn't there. Just a puff of down and little stick legs. The post office called Dad at 5:30 a.m. to come and pick them up. Kind of a ring the bell in back thing. But it worked out and the chicks are living it up in the Barclay Resort for Chickens.

Here's the latest chick pics. Sorry they're fuzzy. I'm getting used to the digital camera again after a two year hiatus after a particularly awful photojournalism class. They hated whatever I brought and yeah. Not so much fun. But the pics don't do the little guys justice. They are cute beyond words. Great research/writing break.