Our little chicks that were so cute a couple weeks ago have reached adolescence. The incredible amount of dust that they stir up in our basement has worn on their hosts, and so it is time for them to leave and strike out on their own, to seek their fortunes with little more than the feathers on their backs, and to define their own sense of success and failure.We wish them well, especially since our chicken coop, while largely varmint-proof, has not exactly been tested yet. And our local coyote has been leaving plenty of signs that he's around.
From the pictures you may notice that it's awfully dark in there. The coop is unfortunately far from finished; we have plans to add windows, another chicken door, and--oh yeah--a run so that they can venture out into the rain! At the moment they're simply locked up with this door providing
the only light. And it doesn't help that the sun has been out maybe three times all month....We also hope to do some free ranging, although we're a bit skeptical that they'll actually come back at night. Also, what do you think Whidbey will do with a yard full of chickens? Hmmm...she tends to play a bit rough, that one. But I picked up a fishing net just in case I have to rustle up me some stray fowl. I guess we'll see.
