Beside the 8 peepers inside the coop, we have drawn the attention of other new (very new babies) mamas in the neighborhood. There is the matron with her 8 or 9 golden red chicks, the one with her 8 or 9 black chicks and one very nervous mother with only one chick. I assume she's nervous because that is the only one left and who knows what happened to the rest of them?
They all hang around the coop, looking inside, At first they came for the grain that spilled to open ground from the small holding coop, (it's at 'work height'), but that is gone now, with 20 or so extras on the scene. So I'm not quite sure what the attraction is. Unless they are trying to tunnel in to some very spoiled cousins. I have tried to get photos but the mamas are wary and protective and they start moving out fast at a glimpse of me. Yes, to eight I am a goddess, and to the rest I am the two legged Bad Thing. I can live with that.
This has nothing to do with chickens, unlike 98% of my life.
|This is a yard I walk by a lot; tidy and well set up, with little tranquil touches, it is sort of a rarity here.|
|This is next door to the chicken feed place. I have no idea what it is, but I like it!|