That day you find out what it means to be a chicken


We rigged a piece of chicken wire so we could put the girls someplace safe while we brought the coop out to the chicken run.


Now, what’s left is to cover the run, and install the door. I have to make little name plaques for each of them and I plan to paint the wood frame in some kind of sassy, saucy color.  At 6 weeks, my chicks are eating grit and cooked noodles, as well as regular chick starter food.  And especially Bitsy, the Orpington that was the frailest when they got here, is so tame that she comes to me so I can carry her around.  Love me some birds!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.