I gathered up some of my chicken stuff from around the yard to dress up my girls new home.
They have been enjoying some time in the run each sunny day. It is 40 inches wide and almost twenty feet long. We will move in their little hen house this weekend. They still can't sleep out here without some heat so they are sleeping in my garage right now.
Scratching and pecking, pecking and scratching.
My girl with Henrietta. She is a very squirmy chick and prefers not to be held but she managed to be held for this photo.
We all have poop shoes now. Those you wear when you walk in the coop and never come in the house with.
I felt like a farmer at the feed store buying a bale of hay and shavings for the coop. I really must get out of the city. I am in Heaven in the feed store. Love the smell and the people in there and all the cool things. I need more space and more animals and a REALLY big veggie garden. I just don't care much about the other things in life anymore. I am at a place where I just know what I want to do. This has been a lot of work but it has been such a labor of love. I have really enjoyed every minute of these chicks. My dad was born on a farm. Maybe I get it from him. I just want to spend days in grubby jeans and clothes making things around me pretty and fruitful and lovely. I hate dressing up and loathe when we have to. I want to live where dressing up is a new pair of jeans and a t-shirt without holes. No kidding. I will however continue to color my hair. I have that ugly color of grey that is more yellow. My mom had silver hair. It was stunning and she was beautiful with it. I have my dad's hair. So I have rambled on.
Lola seems to like the chicks but I think it is the Kefir I give them. She wants to lick the plate when they are done. I hope she will be friends with them. She has been gentle so far. Happy chicks!!
Sat. Night Special