So they moved outside night before last. No more house chickens.
They're doing well, and can even be loose in the yard if someone is out there to watch them; we have a picket fence and they are still small enough to go under the fence or through the pickets. Crockpot and Drumstick ignore them for the most part, only chasing after them when they thing Oregano and Barbecue are about to get into their territory.
It might rain tonight, so we fixed the makeshift plastic sheeting roof over the dog crate, and I added an old blanket I got out of someone's trash ('tis the season for curbside shopping, I got a $40 bath mat, a cooler and the blanket) over one side to break any chilly wind.
|Eli the dog.|
|Glad I'm growing kids and chickens, and not grass.|