So, I took the kids to Atwoods yesterday. This is a store that sells “farm & ranch” supplies, as well as tools,
horrible plastic toys from China, a giant assortment of awful candy, tack, pet supplies, and work clothes.
Oh, and also *really*
whory sparkly cowgirl clothes and Farmer Boy’s most favorite old-man polyester pearl-snap shirts.
This store works a lot like Sam’s Club or Target…you go in with a list of two things and exit, panting and sweating, two hundred dollars and two hours later.
Today’s experience was no exception. This is what I actually went there for:
But I came home with this:
And of course, this:
I had this grand plan of somehow procuring hand-me-down chickens (for free) so the kids could try it out minus othe work of raising chicks. Plus, if we were actually going to purchase and raise them I wanted to get some of the proven stock from KSU. But, as with most things in my adult life, my ideal vision became “right place/right time” as the oldest, healthiest pullets that hadn’t been snatched up yet were still there and obviously being cared for better than others I have seen. We chose the eight strongest-looking and here we are. Besides, who could resist this?
I just hope they all live.