Byron put the top on the chicken run, and since it was such a lovely day we decided to let the chickies out of the chicken house. We graciously opened the little door to the runway leading to the ground. Our chickens not so graciously ran to the back of the house and cowered there. Not one would even attempt a daring peek out of the small door.
With me opening the egg door and shooing the chicks to the front of the house, Byron caught each one and placed them in the grass. After the wing flapping and squawking subsided they seemed to enjoy basking in the sun and pecking at the weeds and bugs.
This evening we decided that with the temps dropping it would be best to make sure each chick made it safely back into the chicken house. We found out the little guys wouldn't (possibly couldn't) climb back up into the house. So Byron proceeded to chase the chickens around the chicken run until he caught each one and placed it securely in the house. It's hilarious how much we enjoy all the trouble these little critters cause. So tonight they are all snug in their finally complete house and run. The girls did name three of the chickens today. When our neighbor asked them what they were going to name them they informed her, "Daddy said we can't name animals we are going to eat." I told them we are not going to eat the hens. They can name them.
Brownie, named by Talia
Not yet named