tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post2643673053508675713..comments2023-07-08T06:45:37.946-06:00Comments on Penrose Mornings: Blood Family Blog: Baby Chicks -Dwighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06174492647465668322noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-71225063189656101122009-04-19T16:06:00.000-06:002009-04-19T16:06:00.000-06:00What a valuable post this is for me. Picking up th...What a valuable post this is for me. Picking up the chicks at the post office with Mother is one of the best memories. Who would turn down the chance to stroke the soft, yellow chick fuzz as the little critter rested in your other hand?Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09288597968563641842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-15077675239032095902009-04-18T23:27:00.000-06:002009-04-18T23:27:00.000-06:00Ahhhh, I always thought "the pip" was just another...Ahhhh, I always thought "the pip" was just another Penrose term! I'm almost disappointed to learn that others have used it too! <A HREF="http://www.word-detective.com/2008/03/24/pip-the/" REL="nofollow">(click here)</A>Kemp and Sonjahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16661876590921375289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-58994779964127652762009-04-18T12:54:00.000-06:002009-04-18T12:54:00.000-06:00I remember the colored eggs - blue were my favorit...I remember the colored eggs - blue were my favorite. I didn't know that your broodie pen was in your sewing room. After all, we hatch all sorts of great things there - why not baby chicks?Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14728351230605312730noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-60309574272454815222009-04-18T11:52:00.000-06:002009-04-18T11:52:00.000-06:00What a fun memory and a true sign of spring. I thi...What a fun memory and a true sign of spring. I think we have all had the PIP from time to time. The cute little yellow fuzz balls were so hard to leave alone. Mother had a hard time convincing me I couldn't have one for a pet. And remember the mean rooster?<br /><br />When we lived east of Salem, we ordered baby chicks from a place in Minnesota or Wisconsin that I found in Organic Gardening. They were Aracana(sp) chicks - and laid different colored eggs when they "grew up" - green, blue yellow. The chicks did come in the mail, but the mailman wouldn't deliver them. We had to go to the post office very early in the morning to pick them up. That was such a fun experiment. We had baby chicks in a little concocted pen in my sewing room, (which had great ventilation), until they were safe to put out in the chicken coop. Our kids thought they lived in a magic world where baby chicks came to live in the sewing room.Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06652616779595499610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-89811608369639393442009-04-18T11:35:00.000-06:002009-04-18T11:35:00.000-06:00Now that really brings back memories. I think its...Now that really brings back memories. I think its really interesting that chicks would be delivered in the mail. They must have come from someplace close to have survived being shipped. I remember the time when they got sick, didn't they gasp for breath? It seemed like in my dim memory that Mother compared it to diphteria in people, but I could be wrong. Pip was another useful family word.Louise Bloodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13720563725669666384noreply@blogger.com