7 weeks on and all the chickens are still alive, miraculously enough. They eat a lot, poop even more, and basically carry on as chickens are inclined to do. The ladies have taken up residence in their castle outside and get to wander around in the yard when we're there to watch them. Their newest discovery is the dirt bath: there's a nice open patch in the back corner, and the other day the chickens made it their own, rolling around in the dirt, ruffling their feathers, then looking around to make sure no one saw them looking so ridiculous. Sigh, they grow up so fast...
The only one we can pick out by name is Katie-hole, because she's got the biggest comb and a domineering personality. She may in fact be a rooster, but we're going to wait and see.
Carl's parents, Ed and Nancy, paid us a visit all the way from West Virginia. The boys put up the clothes line, and Nancy helped me identify the mystery plants in the yard and design an arrangement for the garden. Here she is eye-balling the chickens (see, I told you they grew).
Bubba's still not sure what to make of them. They're not sure what to make of him, either.
Speaking of the dog, he's turning a venerable 8 years old tomorrow. He's keeping me company by lounging on the couch snoring, but don't let that fool you, he's really got a terribly tough life. Hikes through the woods, swimming in the creek, a big yard to poop in...yup, poor thing.
The only one we can pick out by name is Katie-hole, because she's got the biggest comb and a domineering personality. She may in fact be a rooster, but we're going to wait and see.
Carl's parents, Ed and Nancy, paid us a visit all the way from West Virginia. The boys put up the clothes line, and Nancy helped me identify the mystery plants in the yard and design an arrangement for the garden. Here she is eye-balling the chickens (see, I told you they grew).
Bubba's still not sure what to make of them. They're not sure what to make of him, either.
Speaking of the dog, he's turning a venerable 8 years old tomorrow. He's keeping me company by lounging on the couch snoring, but don't let that fool you, he's really got a terribly tough life. Hikes through the woods, swimming in the creek, a big yard to poop in...yup, poor thing.
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