Last night the chickies decided they were grown up enough to go roost in the trees and not come back home. With trepidation, we let them. (Besides one of them was roosting about 12 feet up in a tree we couldn't climb!)
We do have foxes here. There is a gorgeous little gray one that I enjoy seeing regularly. But I don't want to feed my chickens to them.
This morning, bright and early, all the chickies were hard at work eating ticks and turning the bedding in the lambing pen. I guess for this Mother's Day I get to cut the apron strings and let my little chickies do their job.
I've always found chickens useful - but here at Foxbriar - I think they are vital. And I'm really getting to like the little guys.
So thanks, Mom, Summer and Julia! Some day we'll have a chicken castle and a whole renaissance chicken village. But for right now - I'm just going to enjoy watching the little tick eaters at work and quit being such a mother hen!
2 comments:
Yeah, but do you really think you can get a rooster dressed up in tights and a doublet?
You need to watch for owls - that's what will get your chickens roosting in the trees. That's what got my guineas when they were old enough to fly. Big barn owls - but I loved to watch them too much to try to get rid of them.
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