With all due respect to mothers of human infants, may I just say: YOU HAVE IT SOOOO EASY!
I have not given birth myself, nor have I had the experience of caring for a human infant, but I know that it’s way harder to raise up fifteen baby chickens. Let’s look at the evidence, shall we?
- Baby human. Sucks on mother for sustenance. Built-in all-purpose food.
- Baby chickens. Drive to feed store, purchase highly specialized food, bring it home, find a way to contain it, dole it out in proper amounts. And water. Don’t forget the water. And if I am not mistaken, baby humans don’t poop into their food.
- Baby human. Lives in the house you already have. No extra housing required.
- Baby chickens. Best in outbuilding. Must also supply some kind of box, heat source, bedding. They also poop in the bedding. No easily changed diapers.
- Baby human. Stays in one place unless you pick it up and put it somewhere else, at your sole discretion.
- Baby chickens. Run all over hell and gone, especially if you are trying to catch one, and then even if you put them in something that you think is totally secure, guess what, they have wings and they can FLY. Again, unless I have missed something in the notes, baby humans have not gained the power of flight.
- Baby human. Usually arrive one or two at a time.
- Baby chickens. Did you hear me say fifteen?
- Baby human. As they grow, housing needs remain fairly consistent. Take the railing off the crib and eureka! it’s a toddler bed.
- Baby chickens. Grow from the outbuilding in a box to full-fledged chicken coop. Requires new construction.
Now, I don’t want to act like everything about raising up humans is easier than chickens. As far as I know, baby humans will never lay eggs. Also, they grow into teenagers at some point.
But up until then. Well, I’m just saying.
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Yeah, kids are all fun and games (well sort of) until they are teenagers. And then having teens is like being pecked to death by a bunch of chickens:D
Baby chickens, usually dead and gone within a year, maybe two. Baby humans, still a big fat pain in the ass after fifty years. Just ask my mom.
Kathi! You have made me feel so much better about my life! I only have 6 kids ages 1-13. You have 15 babies at the same time!! It’s a miracle you can find time to blog!
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i totally hear you! at least you can put a diaper on a baby.
Well, at least you needn’t worry about someone calling CPS on you!
Unless there’s a Chicken Protective Services I haven’t heard about.
I am so glad You People see it my way. I have noticed that Some People get all “huffy” when I try to explain things like this to them.
and of course, there’s chicken soup.
I am locking up your guns when you visit, Bob.
Kath, you crack me up. But let me ask you… did your chickens by any chance just tell you 5 minutes ago you need to drive them (along with all their siblings – ok that’s 14 to you but 3 to me) to the county library across town to pick up 3 books about the Boston Tea Party? Due tomorrow! Good times over here
I hope your Davey A gets to stay tonight on AI 
I remember my place in the world. Thank you for remindining me that I do not work hard enough. I’ll be building a coop tomorrow, after I get back from prison… I must do better! PS I’m taking my back to the joint!!!
it was supposed to say I’m taking my bag to prison. My fabulous bag that someone fabulous gave me!
I knew that. I have mad ESP skills.
The other thing about baby chickens is it’s so hard to teach them English. Spanish? Not quite as hard, but still hard.
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