So we got sucked in...became subject to what the backyard enthusiasts call "chicken math" . Our story goes somethin like this. I went to the feed store with the intentions of buying 3 chicks. One for each of the kids. We got to the feed store and saw they had 5 different breeds. I told James to pick what he wanted. We then went inside got the food and water containers, the heat lamp and walked to the counter. Some time between walking into the store and getting to the counter I lost my sanity and all gumption and logical thinking. The nice gentleman asked what else I needed, I said chick starter and some chicks. He pleasantly asked "how many?" I answered "10." I paid the man and we went outside to pick our chicks.
What THE HECK! !#@*&#@^$ what was I thinking? Where did 10 come from? How had I lost my sane number of 3 that I had in mind while driving to the store, getting out of my car and looking at chicks, all the way up to actually saying how many I wanted. Oh well they were cute so I guess it's all good. So 3 turned into 10.
THEN James wanted two silkie chickens. They are cool lookin, they remind me of a wookie.