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.
Our chicks have officially moved from the brooder house to the field pen.
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.
It was a whole family affair. Like just about everything around here.
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 Ladybug handled the little guys.
And Speedracer…well, he was there for moral support.
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.
They get fresh grass, fresh bugs, fresh scenery each day.
And we get chicken pot pie in a few more weeks.
Sounds like a good deal to me!
