Every single night, I 'tuck' my chickens in. I count heads, make sure everyone is inside, roosting and safe. I have never, ever missed a night. It is part of what a chicken moma does.
I went to tuck my chickens in last night and found all eight of my 6-week-old chicks had figured out how to roost all by themselves.
It is the little things that make me smile: :-)
Meet my chicks: left to Right: Sara and Hazel. I haven't named the little peeps yet - I still don't know which are boys and girls. The yellow one is a guy - I am almost certain. And psst! Just so you know, he doesn't look like the others - he is YELLOW. Something is amiss in the chicken pile.
I wish you could see Sara's fluffy cheeks. I will have to get a picture of them soon...
My big chickens were roosting happily under the 'family portrait' wall:
From left to right: Ella (she is my 'special' chicken - she isn't the brightest crayon in the box), Clara (she is the eight little peeps moma), Aunt Bea, Frankie, Cole and Gloria.
Yes, I love my coop and my chickens. They might be a bit spoiled. I might be a tad insane decorating their coop, but, it is mine and I love doing it. I am always watching out for chicken portraits.
Those are all my chicky doos that I have right now - all except one - who is broody and sitting on 6 wooden eggs... I keep telling Charlotte that her eggs will not hatch, but she keeps them warm just in case. Silly girl! I have no idea where her picture went - I took one, but it didn't download.
Just imagine a black chicken in a dishpan 'growling' here...
I have 5 more babies coming in the week of April 15th.
And tomorrow, I promise, it will not be about chickens.
But it is true - my life revolves around my chickens. They make my world twirl.
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