the girls are back in town

chicks have been procured and we're already realizing we overthought a whole lotta stuff. today we're building a brooder box for the garden shed/greenhouse, getting the temp comfortable in there, and moving them from their indoor location to their outdoor location. 

we do have one that's not thriving, so she's on probiotics and hourly monitoring/watering/feeding. she's doing better than she was this morning, so there's hope.

we ended up with 3 americanas and 4 orpingtons — in a month or so, we'll add 2 russian orloff hens to the mix (a critically endangered breed) which will hopefully get us to my magic-number-9. if the little one that's not doing well doesn't make it, we may get 3 little russians. 

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so, something happened yesterday. 

the lady we got the chicks from, jenny, is where kid does some riding/working. jenny breeds/rescues/procures american bashkir curly horses — which, for the most part, i don't find all that appealing, but they're horses so they're gorj, right? anyway, we got there and in the barn w/the chicks were two mares. one was a curly-haired curly, and the other was a bay that looked like a normal horse (to me). apparently the normal one is a "straight haired curly" which makes no fucking sense, but horse people, yo. 

there was something about the bay that kept...i don't know, like we EYED each other and i could FEEL her communicating to me. she is super shy, not used to people, and has limited (if any training), and so on and so forth....but we just clicked. 

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