Growing Up and Moving Out

Did you think I was talking about my kids?  Did you know we started the school year yesterday and I sent the Cowboy, my little Cowboy, my little big-boy, off to K3?  That’s not what this post is about.  It still squeezes my heart too much for me to write about.  And we’re not kicking them out just yet.

But there was other relocations this weekend as well.

Mr. Fix-It getting ready for the move with his two helpers.

Our chicks have officially moved from the brooder house to the field pen.

The dog's job was to make sure no one flew out during the move.

From their sheltered home under the lean to with solid walls and a soothing fan to the green grass and fresh air of the elements.

The Ladybug's gotten braver about handling the chickens this year.

It was a whole family affair.  Like just about everything around here.

It's all about the team work!

The Cowboy worked the gate on the transport cage.  I take back anything I might ever have said about Mr. Fix-It being impatient.  You don’t know patience until you’ve had to depend on a 3 yr old when you’re hands are full of live chickens.

The Cowboy took his job seriously. Sort of.

The Ladybug handled the little guys.

Doesn't she just look like a pro?

And Speedracer…well, he was there for moral support.

A "family friendly" farm means everyone can help.

Now part of our daily chores is for Mr. Fix-It to move the pen each morning and feed them.  Then the kids and I check their water and feed them again in the evening when we get home.

It took a couple trips to move them all.

They get fresh grass, fresh bugs, fresh scenery each day.

Chickens aren't the only ones that need fresh air and green grass to grow up healthy and happy.

And we get chicken pot pie in a few more weeks.

Sounds like a good deal to me!


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Growing Up and Moving Out — 4 Comments

  1. What a crew!!!! I really love how everyone has a job and feels a part of the farm. That creates such ownership and responsibility for the little ones. Oh! So Cute!!!!

  2. Hello Jamie. I have been waiting on your latest post – and you did not disappoint. You have such a great way of expressing yourself.

    Now, as a mother, I could not help but notice – are the boots on the wrong feet of your littlest cowboy? I am sorry – I knew those eyes did not look right! Me and my perfect world. Rachel will tell you I don’t miss a thing.

    I am still sending your little stories to my stepmother for her enjoyment. What a wonderful gift to share. Love, Brenda Morris

    • So glad you stopped by!

      And yes, I don’t even fight the right foot battle with their boots. They’re all so broken in they can’t tell the difference when they’re wearing them and I cave to the ease of “do it yourself.” It’s funny you mention it because I don’t even notice half the time anymore, but looking at the pictures with new eyes it makes me laugh. I think that’s a scrapbook page story right there! :)

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