I was reliving this story with some friends this morning, and thought it would bring some joy to the blog world. I know just reliving it kinda made a so-so day a little better for me. So here is how the story goes:
When I worked for the 4-H program two summers ago I was in charge of the Beyond City Limits exhibit at the fair (teaching city kids how what they get on their tables and use in their everyday lives gets there) i ordered 2 dozen baby chickens that would be on exhibit during the fair for the kids to look at. I ordered them, and had to baby sit for a few days before I could take them to the exhibit. My parents were un-thrilled about me having these, but I was really excited, it was a new pet and I was pretty pumped. So, the post office called me early one morning, said you chickens are here, I went and got them. Brought them home, got them all set up in the basement. You have to give them a heat lamp to keep them warm so I did, had that over top of them. I went upstairs took a little nap before I headed into town.
When I woke up the house smelled funny, I went to the basement door and smoke was rolling up the stairs I was shocked...and worried...that the house was burning down. I ran downstairs, and found that the box of chickens was on fire. The heat lamp had broke and fallen into the box full of pine shaving and caught the shavings on fire. So, I quickly pulled all of the chickens out (who were hovering in one corner chirping like your wouldn't believe) and then put out the small fire. The house smelled terrible like smoke, and it was like 100 degrees that day, so I had to shut off the air, and open all the windows to get the smoke and smell out.
I only lost 1 chicken during that whole experience, and that was the one where the heat lamp looked like it fell right on him, and he had some smoke inhalation issues.....but other then him or her (I didn't know, cause I got a straight run meaning the first 26 [they give you extras just in case some die during shipment] that come out of the egg, much cheaper this way, requesting the sex is much more costly), I was the saver of all things poultry.
I bring this story up in honor of
NATIONAL AG DAY!
Thank a farmer!
No Farmers.....No Food