So let's fast forward again, past that wretched drive back home, to me walking in the door and vowing never to go to that the feed store again, and me determined to find another. A Google search turned up one in a nearby town, much closer then the one I was just at. Now I know what your thinking. Why was I traveling that 40 minute wretched drive to a feed store when there was one in my own backyard? Not sure. Not. Sure.
So I have a new feed store. They sell everything I need including organic layer feed, oyster shell, poultry grit....I am giddy. The nice gentleman that I encountered at this feed store must have thought I was crazy how giddy I was. And you know what? They also sell baby chicks and are getting some in really soon. Giddy.