Today we put the roof on the chicken coop and moved the stinky, noisy darling chickens out. For good.
Today also marked the day when I bought my first bale of straw. Not a big deal to some, I’d imagine. But I felt like I should start wearing a Stetson and raise cows, I was so proud. Straw. A bale of it. Ha!
Of course, being the person I am, I had to spend 30 minutes with our shop vac cleaning the back of our Suburban after I got home from the straw purchase, but that’s another story.
Anyhow — roof on and ready, we tried to get the chickens to go inside the coop.
For every one we got in, two hopped out. Finally we got them all in there, and after showing them the feeding and watering cans, we shut the door.
It’s 10:30pm now, and I can see the red glow of the heat lamp from out the back window. I sat for an hour at dusk watching them settle in, and I’ll probably go back out just to make sure they haven’t had their heads snapped off by skunks or raccoons or other evil urban predators.
Gotta love those beady-eyed girls!