Then, one final sweep before barrows full of leaves, harvested from the Ladies’ coop were shoveled in. A couple of roosts were installed overhead for our more ‘mature’ teens to hangout on and a new wooly hen for our ‘late bloomers. And then … the dream-house was ready.
Now to catch the occupants ...
Like toddlers, baby chickens are slippery, like eels and quick like … something that is quick. What originally just seemed like a fun mother-daughters activity, quickly became a ‘yup, three people are necessary for this’-activity. Josephine and I herded chicks towards one another and Babette put them in a cardboard box - guarding the top to prevent any chick-escapees. Then, with the box held closed, we traversed the perilous perilous three stories. Next, crossing the yard — nothing to see here neighbors! Certainly not three crazy women transporting illegal chicks! We did this THREE times! The last chick to be caught was ‘Big Grey,’ one of our two Blue Marans, whose no-bullshit behavior (and slick, steely feathers) make her quite the heartthrob.
But each time we got to the shed and put the chicks in their new (temporary) dream home, it was clear how worth it it all was. They immediately ran around, exploring their new surroundings. They did their chicken scratch, pecked for little bugs and gave themselves nice long dust baths. Such happy little chicks!
We know we will have to move them again soon because ‘they grow up soooo fast’ but for now we will cherish having our babies so happy in our illegal chicken dream house.
Chow for now Arizona,