I thought after the downer of a podcast I would post some pictures of the chickens. Here is a view of the yard where they free range. They are good and don’t seem bothered much by the traumatic events of that July weekend.
They are still running around, scratching and peckinging.
And taking time to preen a little.
The chickens are still fun to watch, not a cute as they were when they were little fluff balls, and they have a little more attitude and like to challenge you a little more at this age, and we look forward to getting eggs eventually. I am still so happy we got our house with usable property, zoned for agriculture and we put our plans into action.
Three of the chickens have names Elvis, Buddy and Liz Lemon…the two others haven’t stepped out and shown us who they are.