We had scheduled to put the pullets out in their coop this weekend. And then came news of the rainstorm, so we kept them in the basement brooder box for another few days.
However, I must say that I am way past the “aw, ain’t they cute” phase when it comes to chickens-in-the-house. This is principally because of, oh, how shall I say it politely . . . their digestive habits (and what comes of them).
Number #1 fact about chickens: They Poop. A lot. All the time. In their food. In their water. Everywhere. A lot.
And while still in their (expanded) brooder box, this means that I clean up a lot of soiled newspaper.
So while I am still enamored with my silly chickens and the way they turn their heads and stare up at me with their beady little eyes, I am quite ready for them to go outside now, please.
By the way, I just finished a fun book and informative book called Hit by a Farm: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Barn, by Catherine Friend. It’s about two lesbians living in Minnesota who pursue one partner’s dream of owning a farm, and the joys and challenges that brought them. Check it out!