The chicks are turning into chickens.
I felt a little odd about raising them to eat until I thought of James Dean: Live fast, die young, and leave a beautiful corpse. No harm in a short life, I thought, so long as it was really great. So I’ve been adding chicken toys to the coop.
They have a stump to crow on, and a ramp to climb up.
They have a tunnel to walk through, and Sam just made them a swing to swing on.
I’m all for environmental enrichment for the chickens, and they seem happy as can be.
I’m charmed by your chicks! And I thought Purdue chickens had it good!
Your dog is beautiful! The chicks, umm, maybe not so..
Such a sweet expression on Jesse’s face. She look protective of the chick on her back.
mum-bear