The Free-Range Adventure, Which Is Not As Terribly Exciting As It Sounds:
On Sunday evening we were dining al fresco (steak and green beans and chimichurri and chicken and cheesecake and berries and I'll shut up) with my sister's family, when Dad suggested opening the "free-range portal" and letting the chickens roam. I wasn't very excited at the prospect, and it seemed kind of silly in view of all the grass they had in the run still. I relented, however, and opened The Portal.
Only six came out in the end. These brave souls explored the hydrangea beds in back of the coop (hydrangea is toxic to chickens, but the girls didn't touch it), hung around the compost, and made a mess of their straw (it's in a box underneath the coop. We blocked up after that).
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| Not the best picture, but there you are. |
Since then we've let them out twice. Not a big favorite, but they've been spending more time outside in their run, even if it is hot. Yay!
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