My husband, Mr.Brave Chicken Farmer, has been out of town. He is just getting to know "the girls". To be honest, I don't think that they have bonded yet. Case in point: he has been very anxious to get them out of the tv room and into the back porch. Now the back porch is enclosed, but cold and the parking place for bikes and all things gardening. It is essentially our "shed' until Mr.BCF builds one, which follows the coop construction (more blogs to follow on that). The problem is, I don't want my babies in the porch. They will be cold and lonely and I can't pop in to say "hi" when I get up to pee at 3 in the morning. When they grow all their feathers, they can go out to their as-of-yet-not-built-coop. I will have to deal with my separation issues then. Back to Mr.BCF...so I finally asked him what the big rush was in getting the chickens out of our house when they are still so young and vulnerable. Do you know what he said? "It smells like a barn in here." Can you believe it? I think I saw one of them wipe a tear away... Well, I went to work with a will ! I emptied that brooder, scrubbed it down and replenished the floor with fresh pine shavings. It didn't smell for about 7 minutes.
Mr.BCF is right. It does smell like a barn in here.
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