Although the kids were very convinced it was their own personal play house.
Andrew crafted a specialty nesting box so we can gather the eggs, but in the meantime, it makes a pretty great secret lookout.
Our chickens are so goofy, and love rolling in the dirt, getting it all mixed up in their feathers, they are kind of awesome.
“Mawia, help me down?”
“Come here, buddy.”
At the end of the day, Bob looks at the kids and says, “Let’s go!” and they race as fast as they can to his truck.
“Bye, mama,” they tell me.
“See ya,” I say.
They hop in the back, where they go loco and get to do a few laps in the drive way, while Bob plays music.
“Mama, I go to Bob’s house,” they tell me matter-of-factly. “We go see Bonnie.”
Recently, we’ve been having some shy little guests at evening picnics. Such little cuties.
Maria loves the chickens so much, but mostly Ladybug. She is a nurturer by nature, which means Ladybug is one of the most pampered and cared for chickens you could imagine.
She gets the royal treatment, and is turning into the best chicken you could imagine.
Literally, eyes closed, asleep, wrapped up in Maria’s doll bed. “Shhhhh, mama, she sleeping. Ladybug nap time.” “Yes, I see.”
“Eeeeeee-whyyyyy-sha!!! Let’s be best friend-brothers!!!!!” -Finley
|“I look good and I know it” -Ladybug|
Still no eggs, and we may have a secret rooster with a baby red mohawk, and since we want to stay friends with our neighbors, he may have to go, but in any case, we love these little girlies. They have a peaceful vibe about them as they peck through the yard, eating the bugs, flowing through the plants and trees.
And when it’s time to round them back up at the end of the day, I literally need Maria’s help as they jump right out of my catch, “Maria!”
“It’s ok, I got em!” as she scoops up 3 at a time and tosses them gently into the coop.
What a pro.