The chickens know!

Feathered and furred they come morning and night, seeking out my chicks. But, morning and night they are turned away, thanks to that wonderful invention called wire fencing. Let me back up a week…

The first night the girls slept in the coop I didn’t sleep. Not surprisingly, as I did the same thing the first night I brought them home. I worried…would they be too cold? Would they freak out at their unfamiliar surroundings? Were they getting enough air circulation? On and on it went, waking me up and keeping me awake too long.

Morning finally rolled around and I quickly went outside to check. They were all, of course, fine and dandy. I’m sure that Ginger cocked a brow at me (do chickens have eyebrows?), wondering at the worried look on my face. I opened up the hatch door to let them into the pen, but no one made a move to walk down the ladder. The four of them gathered around the opening and looked outside, studying the great outdoors from a safe place. Back into the house I went, making coffee and doing the usual morning stuff, with plans to check on them a little later.

About thirty minutes later, Mr. CV called from the kitchen. “Come here…you’ve got to see this!” I quickly made my way across the house, only to find that I had arrived too late. Seems that one of our neighborhood cats, Mr. Boots, had settled himself comfortably on the top of the pen, watching the chicks as they sat inside the doorway. To think that I had briefly considered not putting a top on the run. What fools these chicken virgins be!

That brings us to tonight, when Mr. Boots decided to make a reappearance. This time I was armed and ready. Apologies for the fuzziness of the first pics. They were taken through a window from quite a distance.

Onward!!

It’s been a whirlwind ten days, and apologies for not posting sooner, but life has been consumed by all things chicken! Silly girls.

Coop and run construction are complete. Painting and final touches as well. All was finally right in the chicken world yesterday morning, and it was finally moving day. As any of you who have done construction projects know, the axiom “double the time and cost” of your original estimates holds true. We expected the project to be done sooner, but in reality, considering Mr. CV’s current work schedule, we should have known that was pie-in-the-sky. As for costs, we weren’t too far off; definitely not double the original estimate, but closer to 30%. Still, a 60% savings over the coop kits that we found online. This of course is a Very Good Thing.

Moving day was fun. Mr. CV had left early for work, so it was up to me to move the girls from the garage to their new home. I started with Ginger, as she’s usually the easiest to catch. She immediately quieted down when we walked into the sunlight. Into the coop she went, and stood completely still as her head swiveled around to check things out. Not wanting to leave her alone for too long, I went back and gathered up Joanie. Joanie is a squawker, and the moment I picked her up she began to loudly protest, but again, the moment we walked into the bright sunlight she calmed down, immediately relaxing in my hands. Reunited with her sister the two reds went poking around.

Off for Hazel, who surprisingly came without a fuss, but the moment I added her to the coop all three girls seemed to panic at something, and hid, together, in one of the nesting boxes. Nothing I could do would coax them out, so off I went for Truffle.

Alone in the brooder box, Truffle was not a happy camper when I returned. Chirping loudly, she was looking for the others, unhappy that she had been left alone. The wiliest (and largest) of the birds, it took me a moment to catch her, but she settled quickly. Out to the coop we walked, only to find the other three still huddled, frightened, in a single nesting box. But, the moment I placed Truffle inside, the three of them came out and gathered around her, happy that Mom was there to protect them. Happy Days for all.

To the pics!!

Say It Isn’t So…

June 6, 2010

Quick update, as we’re finishing up everything coop-related today, and should have the girls in their new home by tonight. But, argh…

I think that Hazel might be a Henry. More tomorrow, along with pics as evidence.

*flops*

Three Day Weekends are supposed to be relaxing, right? Of course not…at least not in this household. Truthfully, we had no choice but to finish the coop, as the chicks are most definitely needing larger quarters. In a bit of irony, it also turned out to be the hottest weekend of the year, so far.

On to the pics!!