Comments on: The chicks have landed! http://thegoodliferedux.wordpress.com/2008/04/12/the-chicks-have-landed/ We don't need no stinkin supermarkets... Thu, 29 Oct 2009 01:13:53 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: Bob http://thegoodliferedux.wordpress.com/2008/04/12/the-chicks-have-landed/#comment-11 Bob Mon, 21 Apr 2008 09:31:41 +0000 http://thegoodliferedux.wordpress.com/?p=16#comment-11 As a kid I never had those experiences. I was limited to living in a bed and breakfast on a farm every couple of summers when my whole family went to the Isle of Arran for a holiday. I loved the chickens but the geese terrified be that bad that I'll still turn and walk the other way if I see them about. As a kid I never had those experiences. I was limited to living in a bed and breakfast on a farm every couple of summers when my whole family went to the Isle of Arran for a holiday. I loved the chickens but the geese terrified be that bad that I’ll still turn and walk the other way if I see them about.

]]> By: Woody Wilbury http://thegoodliferedux.wordpress.com/2008/04/12/the-chicks-have-landed/#comment-4 Woody Wilbury Wed, 16 Apr 2008 20:25:06 +0000 http://thegoodliferedux.wordpress.com/?p=16#comment-4 Crikey, this brings back memories. As a little boy, around 6 or 7, I'd go on the bus with my mother (now dead, sadly) to the market in Durham City to buy day-old chicks. They'd be sold in a big flattish box (think pizza box but bigger) and it was my job to hold this box on my lap, full of squeaking, scuttling, pecking day-old chicks all the way home on the bus. Then off they went into an incubator when we got home. I loved it. Quite why we had to go 10 miles on the bus to get them never occurred to me. Perhaps it made a good shopping opportunity for my mother?! Best of luck with them. Crikey, this brings back memories. As a little boy, around 6 or 7, I’d go on the bus with my mother (now dead, sadly) to the market in Durham City to buy day-old chicks. They’d be sold in a big flattish box (think pizza box but bigger) and it was my job to hold this box on my lap, full of squeaking, scuttling, pecking day-old chicks all the way home on the bus. Then off they went into an incubator when we got home.

I loved it. Quite why we had to go 10 miles on the bus to get them never occurred to me. Perhaps it made a good shopping opportunity for my mother?! Best of luck with them.

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