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We drove around town to two feed stores asking for chickens. They were sold out, so I got baby chicks. They are in a box right now, but here is a picture of the shed/henhouse now that we've cleaned it out. We will need some more hay to cover the floor, but it will be a little while till they grow out of their cardboard box.

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I looked at henhouses online. They were really expensive. But the egloo was super-awesome, I love the trendy colors. Ultimately this shed is better and more secure than any henhouse. It's probably a little too good and new to be housing chickens but my husband was okay with keeping them there.

I'm going to get some of those stackable mesh cubes like for dorm rooms for the nesting boxes-that way, I can get the cute colors.

I swear the babies are bigger this afternoon than they were this morning. I wonder which are hens/roosters. I will have to wait till they grow up to give them names, and also to see that they all do grow up. I had a chick fall asleep in her water dish and drown unfortunately when I was younger. So. I don't count my chickens until, well, they're feathered.

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