"I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string." L.M. Montgomery
So with my blogging absence, I have not kept things up to date with our hens. When last I blogged about them, they were still tiny, little chicks who amounted to no more than noise and fluff.
Alas, chicks grow into chickens, and we have been blessed with some lovely hens.
This was when we first put them into their coop/hen house/Marriot in mid-April. They were still teenagers back then.
Here we still had all three of our white Plymouth Rocks. The first day we let them into the run all day, one of them stuck her head out of the wire to get a tasty niblet and BECAME a tasty niblet (or at least part of her did). So now we just have two white hens. . .and reinforced wire around the lower 2/3’s of the run.
Tony pulled out all the stops to make a house and run that would be the envy of all other poultry, and BOY was he successful! He built the coop AND the run in his head (along with all of the other touches that make this a stellar chicken habitat), then made it so.