So, it turns out that I could not wait until May to get baby chicks. I ended up cancelling my spring chick reservation and took myself down to the local feed store to grab a few of the $3.50 Ameraucana chicks they had.
Those fluffy cheeks. They slay me.
Tomorrow I’m going to go in and pick up a Black Sex Link, a Rhode Island Red and a Silver Laced Wyandotte. Later, when they have an order of Barnevelders and Cochins, I’ll get those too, and maybe one or two of whatever else they carry.
The truth is, I just couldn’t quite justify spending over a hundred dollars on fancy chickens from a fancy breeder. I wanted to, I love the thought of an aesthetically pleasing flock roaming around, but I know that the chickens from the feed store are just as good as any Blue-Laced Red Wyandotte or Jubliee Orpington. They lay the same eggs. They both scratch in the dirt and eat bugs and poop everywhere. One is just drastically more expensive than the other one, and solely because of the color of it’s feathers.
I struggle with this exact same thing in a lot of areas in my life. I know that I’m merely a product of my culture, but I’m tired of always wanting (or being told I should want, anyway) the most expensive, the newest, the prettiest or the latest thing. I’m tired of being told to value facade above all else.
So. In the spirit of the changes I’m trying to make, of the life I’m trying to live, and of the values I’m trying to embrace, I’m going with the feed store special – the good enough chicks. I don’t need the fancy; I just need the eggs.