Alas, the evil pink eye bug has left our abode. I think the chickens and all their filth scared it away. You know, germs like it at the top of the filth hierarchy and these chickens have that market cornered. There was no room for promotion for Mr. Pink Eye so he left to find another clean home to infest.
How are the chickens you ask? Ok, because YOU asked I will fill you in on all of the latest happenings but don’t palpitate, I promise not to make this a chicken blog.
I think pictures (even crappy ones taken on my cell phone) speak volumes so here ya go:
Oh yes they are! They fly now and the big 50 gallon rubber maid container is an easy escape!
Now, do you notice that there are more chickens than the originally planned eight? Why? Well, you see I have become quite the chicken whisper during this experience. And I just knew (who cares that it is near impossible for the experts to determine) that some of these babies were roosters. I just knew in my knower that they were. One look in their beady eyes and I was screaming “I have at least 4 roosters!!” So I did what any
insane reasonable person would do. I went out and bought 6 sex links (guaranteed hens) for a grand total of 13 chickens (I know 8 + 6 = 14 not 13 but I could only get 7 chickens to start with not 8 so I’m doing the right math but thanks for your concern regarding my IQ).
Here’s another voluminous photo:
After waking up to free ranging chickens in my HOME I decided it was time for Mr. Pavlov to get his cute little rear in gear and build me the run. We have the coop but just needed the outdoor run to complete their palace. He obliged (and called a friend to help…Thanks JIMMY!) In the meantime, I placed a crib rail over the container halting all future free ranging.
I’d rather allow the chickens to free range but I’m quite sure that a neighborhood lynching would occur so we decided to build a nice sized outdoor run. Plus the girls (roosters free to good home) would most likely get into these…
The weather has not been cooperating and the run is not finished. Yes, that means the stinky chickens are still in my home although I am contemplating other facilities. On the positive side, one these things leave, my home will seem imaculate! I cannot even begin to describe the layer of pentrating dust they create. It gets everywhere and on everything…think dry wall and you have an idea!
How do I cope?
And Mr. Belvedere helps me cope with the realization that I am becoming a redneck. You know you’re a redneck (maybe even Queen redneck) when you have chickens free ranging in your home.
I need another sip.