Remember my chicks? They turned one month old last Tuesday. And, yesterday, they moved out.
You see, for a short time, they lived in the spare bedroom upstairs. My sister thought they were too stinky, so they moved outside in the woodshed in a wire crate. That only lasted a few hours because my dad's cat killed one of them through the cage. So, I brought them back inside. This time, they came to live with Philip and I in the basement.
At first I left them in the wire crate. Then they got so big that they were permanently in the kiddie pool. And yes, they did occasionally escape. However, when I would find one out of the pool, it would come running into my hands as if to say, "Mom, please let me back in!"
And yesterday, they finally made their way outside. They are in a dog run with chicken wire over the top. They love the fact that they can fly and run around and scratch in the grass. However, it rained last night. It took some time to get them to go into their house and out of the rain. I finally caught one of our adult hens to put in with them so she could show them the ropes. That worked well. They followed her lead. :)
So, my babies may be off on their own, but this mother hen is still keeping a very close eye on them. ;)
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