The chicks are 4 weeks old this week and are slowly being prepared for their new outdoor home.
This weekend we worked on the chicken pen, and it won’t be long until they must spread their wings and fly from this chicky mama’s box in the bedroom out into the coop and the big, wide world.
I’m exposing them to the outside more and more. The perils and dangers, the fun and frolic. The Scot’s Fertilizer that I forgot I sprinkled on the lawn the day before.
If the wind isn’t blowing too badly, we take a daily outing.
I have yet to introduce them to the dogs. Drew Miller had better learn some manners first.
Unbeknownst to him, a chicken sandwich is not on his menu. He is sticking with the Ol’ Roy.
While most chicks are content to explore the ground, pecking about, not Freedom, my little pet.
Freedom marches to a different beat. She’s got a quirky personality and is quite the loner.
Although she loves people and gravitates to them, in the flock she can usually be found off by herself. She’s not too crazy about her pen mates.
I sat in one of my white Adirondack chairs to keep a close eye on them.
Freedom decided to crawl up the other chair and sit next to me. Don’t you wish she sat back, stretched out her feet and put on her big red sunglasses?
She stayed there a good long while soaking up the sun, until she began wondering how in the world she was going to get down.
She stood there contemplating the situation and finally managed in her graceful chicken way, with wings flailing.
I am still enjoying these happy little chicks but I’m anxious to get them out of the box and into their pen.
My house stinks.