After a week of beautiful, warm, Spring-like weather, our Chicken Coop arrived. In the snow.
I only mention this because the snow meant we couldn't move the teenage chicks into the coop (because I had no intention of risking the lives of my girls whom we had so carefully and successfully kept alive for almost 4 weeks at that point…..or maybe just because I had no intention of going out in the snow to prep it for the chicks….because I hadn't bought the stuff we needed yet….so sue me!) Why does this even matter you ask? Because the following day, my mom arrived to take care of the kids while Kurt and I went to Boston for the marathon. And the chickens were all in the guest bathroom. So, during her first visit to our new home she shared a bathroom with a dozen, scroungy-looking hope-to-be hens. She said she didn't mind because, and I quote, "It makes for a better story." As if we needed any help... But it got better, I assure you.
|Face to face with Butterscotch (4 weeks old)|
|A Week Later: Inside the new coop (and obviously still huddled together as if they didn't just inherit a mansion!)|