An alternative title for this post could be “How I spent an evening rolling around in Chicken Poop”. That was us, just a couple of weeks ago. You see, the baby chicks finally moved out of our guest bathroom and into the Gucci Coop. Only they couldn’t figure out how to get from the run to the coop at night. Instead, they’d camp out, huddled in a big ball, in the far corner of the run, UNDER the coop. And they wouldn’t move….even with large amounts of prodding. So….unless we wanted frozen chicken nuggets in the morning, a-crawling we went. Under the coop. Through the poop.
Thankfully the chicks have learned a great deal in the last few weeks. Including how to put themselves away at night! And how to run away from the big chickens!