Right now, I am about an hour north of Vegas. Which makes for a pretty wild and crazy Saturday night.
Now, I know what you’re thinking, how much money did I lose at the casinos? The answer is none. My Saturday night was spent fixing breakers to get the milker to work, feeding bunnies, and of course, checking the incubator every few hours to find this:
This seems like a really good use of my time. The little peeps are hatching in an incubator, and when they fluff up (i.e. dry out), they get transferred into a cardboard box with a heat lamp. And, much like Skipley Farm, they are kept in the living room.
These little guys are awaiting their compatriots to hatch throughout the day, and are about the size and weight of an egg. (surprise, right?)
So, to make up for the lack on content in this post, here are two neat facts I learned about chickens on my Saturday night: A hen can lay over 250 eggs per year. AND, chicks can breathe through their shells. The shell has pores that are large enough to pass oxygen through.
I feel as though I had a very productive Saturday night. And I got to bed by 9, which may have been the best feature.