I hope I didn’t jinx myself by naming my blog “What Are The Odds”…

FOUR. Roosters.  That is what I ended up with from Denise’s hatch.  Just in case you don’t remember, she had four chicks.  I will explain that, in more depth, to those of you who aren’t very good at math…. that is ZERO hens.  ZERO egg laying birds!  Roosters are pretty much good for nothing when you have a backyard flock.  Not only that, but roosters are not allowed in many areas of Metro-Denver.  I had suspected earlier on that they were all roosters, so I told my friend that was going to take them to go ahead and get some different birds, about a month ago.  Good thing, I guess.  I figured I would have to put my birds on Craigslist, and give them away, but when I was at the local feed store a couple weeks ago, I happened to find out that they take roosters, and they even give you $5 for each one!  So, last Friday I took them in, and now I am rich.

Poor Denise.  Even though the babies were nine weeks, and didn’t really need her anymore, she was still attached to them, and quite confused when they disappeared.  (When I say they disappeared, I mean that a nine months pregnant crazy chicken lady chased them down, cornered them, and caught them one by one, over the course of 30 minutes.  What a sight.)  She roamed the yard for a while, came to the back door a few times, looking inside, and she was pretty anxious when I put her in the pen with her old crew of birds.  Chickens can be pretty mean – like junior high bully mean – so it will take time for her to be comfortable with the flock again, but it will happen eventually.

I felt guilty for taking her “babies” from her before she was ready, but I had to be selfish since, you know, I have a human baby coming any day now.  One of them was already starting to crow… well…attempting to crow.  It sounded more like a lamb was being tortured in my backyard, but he was trying.  The others wouldn’t have been far behind, and I am not allowed to have roosters where I live, so it was time.

That was one of the last things I had to cross off the list before baby’s arrival.  Josh and I have been working a lot around the house, trying to prepare.  I don’t know if I am doing so much because I actually think it needs to get done, or if I am just trying to distract my brain from thinking too much about what is to come.  Probably both.  I have ten more days until my due date, and that is just crazy to me.  It seems way too close, and way too far away at the same time.  I am a ticking time bomb, and the anticipation is almost too much.  Not only am I anxious to meet her and hold her, I really just want to have her, so we can know more about her health.  A big part of that has to do with Eli.  Since he requires a lot more than the average 9 year old, it would be nice to know what we are facing, so we can plan.

Anyway – I guess you will be hearing from me again when I have baby news…