Wow, it's been way too long since last I "blogged on" - so much has happened... I have that vague sense of guilt one gets when they haven't filled in their child's baby book and the child is now 6. (Now, who would ever do a terrible thing like that?...) So to make up for lost chick time (the 6 year old's book is a lost cause at this point) I will give you a mini-voyage of the chicks' lives beyond the brooder. Three weeks ago the girls were "relocated" to the back porch. It is a little nippy out there still, but there was that whole issue of the house-barn-smell, so it had to be done. We compensated by placing a thermal blanket part way over the opening over the brooder. We keep a thermometer in there (remember? their "real" mom or god) to ensure that they are kept comfy. Since it was too cold outside to frolic, we decided to let them loose in the porch. They seemed to like it. It was room to roam and find spider snacks. Brave Chicken Farmer Jr. took to singing to them and playing the wind chimes softly. He looked like a young Bing Crosby crooning to the babes.. Now, it's all fun and games until everyone poops. I've grown to love and appreciate wood chips. Needless to say, porch-time has been limited. BCF jr. has also taken to bringing out one lucky contestant and sitting her on his lap in the house. Because the first time he was seated on a speaker with his leg extended and a chick fell asleep, he is convinced that this is the way he must do it each time. He also thought it was cool to play video games on the computer with a chick sleeping on his lap. The aftermath is slightly less labour intensive for me, but more unpleasant for BCF jr. There is a lot of laundry these days.
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