They grow up so fast... especially when they are chickens. Pip, Flower, Red and Tuna have officially moved out. This will be the fifth night the chicks spend on their own, beneath their very own aluminum roof, nested inside their still temporary tuperware roost, inside a bright red five by five ish coop.
The chicks have had a early eggless benefit for W and I; we have begun to really use our backyard. Since we have a wide, shaded, porch and since I have poured hours of back straining love into the soil of our front yard, W and I are usually perched somewhere in the front of our house. But, with the addition of our four two-legged companions, we have spent hours under the rustling branches of our back yard Sycamore. (And, as everyone knows, nothing pairs with chicken like a nice Hefeweizen.)
Pig and Nori (the pug and the boston) are entirely acclimated to the chicks. They all happily co-exist. In fact, I don't allow the chicks out of the run unless the dogs are with them, as dogs, even ours, are great cat- deterrents.
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