The girls are two weeks old today and have doubled in size. No longer round little fluffballs, they are more oblong shaped and have lost a lot of the downyness in exchange for real feathers. They remain darling, but just not as cute. I'll post photos tomorrow. I put a short perch or roost in their box last week; Tallulah was the first to be brave enough to try it. She got up, wrapped her big ol' chicken feet around it, and wobbled back and forth a few times before falling off. All of the girls have tried it out since, but they don't seem to stay their long. I hope they figure it out soon.
I've put a moveout date on the calendar: June 24. We'll start the transition to the outside earlier in the week, kinda like hardening off plants-bringing them out in their box during the day and back inside at night-but the evening of the 24th, they move into their big girl beds in the great outdoors. Hubby knows that the date is 3 weeks away and promises to have the coop and fencing done by then.
We scored on Friday night in regards to a fence. We drove by a pile o' screen windows that someone left on his/her boulevard, and we nabbed them. They are wood framed and about 4' tall, 2' wide. We figure we'll reinforce each side with chicken wire, screw the frames to wood posts, pound the stakes into the ground, and hay-presto!, we'll have a screened chicken run.
In other news, I ate chicken this weekend for the first time since getting the chicks and I must say that I pondered the chicken and my eating it more than I ever had before. I'm too tired for deep thoughts at this moment. More on this later.
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Well written article.
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