I told you we’d move those feathered friends again! We caught all 11 hens and moved them from their small chicken tractor into a bigger, permanent coop. I missed some cool moments with the camera, so use your imagination. First, I held a barred rock and my five year old petted her and felt her feet and claws. She was enamored with the bird. It was fun to watch her learn. Secondly, one chicken escaped and ran around the yard. Our Rosie dog (who can’t be trusted) wanted to eat the chicken. Thankfully, despite all her shortcomings, Rosie listened to me and stopped chasing when I yelled at her. Hubby chased that bird for a minute or so before he caught her. Phew!
The building of the coop is another post for another day. Thanks, hubby!