It's Spring and Those Chicks are Just Popping Out of Their Eggs

Last Tuesday (the 26th), all of Red's hard work came to fruition as a baby chick pecked its way out of its egg. It was joined on Wednesday by another. So now we have two baby chicks (plus an egg that we are 90% sure is not going to hatch, but we don't dare throw it away yet even though Red stopped sitting on it yesterday but we don't want to accidentally commit chickencide). Baby chicks are about the cutest things on the planet (cuter even than baby bunnies; bunnies just sit there looking cute, while chicks look and act cute).

Of course, this happy news comes with a future dark side. Assuming that each chick has a 50-50 chance of growing up to be a rooster, and that this probability is independent from chick to chick, there is a 75% chance that at least one of these adorable little balls of fluff with turn out to be a testosterone driven pain in the butt. We already have seven roosters, which is four or five more than we should have; sadly, we have not yet figured out how to decide who gets voted off the farm. So the chance of one or more of these adorable little chicks will go bad casts a dark shadow on this otherwise joyful event. (Kind of like in the poster for Star Wars Episode I where Anakin Skywalker's shadow is shaped like Darth Vader.)