The Chicks Are Coming

Reader Contribution by Jim Baker
Published on April 14, 2015
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When I told one of the high school seniors that I mentor that I had a bunch of chicks coming to my house, his first question was how old are they and will you introduce me to any of them. Such is the disparity of understanding each other these days! My chicks arrived safe and sound. The young woman at the post office was all smiles when she passed them over, I think more for a good-riddance sigh of relief than aren’t-you-just-the-nices-guy-around sort of thing.

Ordered from a very reputable hatchery, something I never remember doing when I was very young. My grandfather told me the hens had come from flocks from neighboring farms at one time or another, as our chicks, when they were old enough, were passed on to those same farms. I do remember seeing on one of the older supplement Sears catalogs that you could order chickens, guineas, peacocks, ducks and even swans (black or white) from that company even until I was in my late 20s or early 30s.

There were some good things about the good old days. Back then, with few exceptions, every family raised white leghorns (of Foghorn Leghorn fame). A few families had the occasional Rhode Island Red or Barred Rock. Mine will include some of these, and quite bluntly I won’t know which is which until they get past the chick fuzz stage for sure! This list is long, just know I am just repeating what I have been told here: Black Australorps; Light Brahmas; Dark Cornish; Black and White Giants; Buff and White Orpingtons; New Hampshire; Rhode Island Reds; Barred, White, Partridge, Buff Rocks; Delaware; Sussex; Turkens; White, Silver Laced and Columbian Wyandottes, Red Star and Black Star. I doubt very seriously if I have more than four or five different varieties of these listed.

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