Our small flock of chickens is officially 1/3 boy. Our most beautiful chicken, Tornado has finally crowed. Andrew thought he heard him make an extra loud sound, like he was warming up to crow about a week ago, but since we're not staying at our house right now, we would have no idea that he is crowing. My friend Teresa called me to let me know that she was over at our neighbor's that live pretty much directly behind us and they mentioned they heard a rooster crowing in the neighborhood (she busted up laughing because she knew exactly where it is coming from). . . they heard him while lying in bed . . . and he crowed for seven minutes straight. Yikes. So I locked them in the coop tonight and will go get them all tomorrow after breakfast so that some poor sleep deprived neighbor doesn't ring his neck! I went down to our house after Teresa called and just as I was getting out of my car, I heard him crowing. The rascal! Just when I was thinking that maybe the dog incident had damaged his vocal cords and he was never going to crow . . . cock-a-doodle-do!
Mom and dad bought a shed to make into a chicken coop and put it in the old dog kennel, but its far from safe and ready yet. The kennel is just chain link and so it needs chicken wire wrapped around and over it. But in the mean time, I'll just have to lock them in the coop at night to keep them safe from the coyotes, (who probably ate the cat last night - no joke) the raccoons, the foxes and skunks. Do bull snakes eat chickens? I hope not. SO! The girls and I have our work cut out for us tomorrow, readying Granny's chicken coop and run. I'm totally excited. We have such a small flock that I wouldn't dream of splitting them up. They're such a little unit. I am so crazy about those chickens, man. I sat and hung out with them for awhile on Saturday and I swear, their peaceful, sweet presence just soothes my soul. Maybe in the same way that some people enjoy fishing or like my dad enjoys sitting and watching the hummingbirds or his automatic sprinklers going off. For me, chickens softly clucking as they forage around my yard, pecking at bugs and grass, soothes my soul.
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True that, sista! Chickens are indeed mesmerizing! (At least to us new-age hippie dippie chicken ladies!) Why, just tonight I sat for over 30 minutes watching ours mow my sedum plants to the ground! I was in such a trance that I didn't even stop 'em!
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