The Honest Courtesan

The high price of eggs this year has inspired droves of people to line up at the local Tractor Supply every chick day since mid-February, and the store manager tells me they’re buying them out within half an hour. So I had to order some from the feed store in Montesano; even there I was at the tail end, so I didn’t get them until Friday.  Chekhov went to pick them up for me, and Yellowbird decided to get a turkey chick as well; apparently turkeys aren’t routinely sexed, so I have no idea if it’s a tom or hen.  So that little giant will be with the chicks at least for a while, and they’re about a month behind my usual schedule; that still means they should be laying by August.  Alas, one thing I’m going to miss this year is Grace’s talking to what she called “the chickadees” every time she went to the loo; I guess it was better in the big picture they arrived a month late, so I don’t start crying every time I think of that.