|She's getting quite the proud stature, sweet baby|
The mission was to complete the extension of the chicken coop, despite on and off rain, and the semi-inherent danger of mixing electrical cords with water - semi because any idiot knows rain and extension cords are not the best of companions to hang out with and I'm only occasionally a complete idiot - I got 99% of it built. Of course, the one percent left will be the most difficult, creating some kind of portal for access. I left that space open until I figure it out.
|The chickens were fascinated and bothered at the same time. Still gave eggs though!|
There, in the unfinished area, were four pretty brand new baby chicks. I have no idea how they got in, but they could not get out. I got them out, tossed them to the hill next door where it seemed no Mama awaited but I hoped she'd show up. This happened two more times, the second time with five chicks. I repeated the scoop out and took them back to the hill. Oops.
|You can see the chicklets in there. This was the first time.|
|I'm worried, sis. Mom went off with a big strange dude and hasn't come back and now there's this wacko who is not getting the message. HELP!|
|Okay, as soon as she goes away, head back to that safe place. Where's Fred?|
The upshot is, I'm keeping them for now. I couldn't stand the plaintive peeping, and I figured it wasn't really good for my chickens either; the equivalent of a woman who can't conceive hearing the wailing of children next to her. Probably it is nothing like that at all but it felt that way to me, anthropomorphisizer that I am.
|On your mark...hey, pay attention. She's leaving. Get set...|
Have a non-tragicomic Thursday. Do something tough that takes time. You'll feel great!