
Remember how cute they used to be?
By popular demand, here’s an update on our chicks.
As you can see from the photo above, our 30 Rhode Island Reds are no longer cute little balls of fluff, but after four weeks of furious eating have grown into near-adulthood and the reptilian version of a chicken they were meant to be. And they have a surprise in store.
If you’ve been reading this blog on a daily basis, you might have thought my days consisted of occasionally moving the sheep around, taking photos and eating bons-bons. Au contraire, mes amis. In my spare hours I have also been working on a chicken coop. And not just any chicken coop. This one has wheels. I’ll tell more about that anon. Today, finishing the mobile coop has moved to the top of the agenda and here to help is my brother-in-law Steve, who flew in last night from Chicago to be my farm slave for a week.
Steve booked a late flight and the plane was delayed an hour because of a storm. So we didn’t get back from the airport in Albany until nearly three in the morning. For some reason, I’m awake at 5 a.m. no matter what time I go to bed. So I’ve already finished my morning chores–including leading the sheep to a new, electrified paddock–and now I have to take our pickup truck into the shop to find out why it has all of a sudden developed a sputter.
Check back tomorrow for exciting developments in our chicken coop construction and find out whether we’ve freed the chicks from their basement enclosure and finally put them out on pasture.