Our chickens now have an {almost!} finished outdoor pen. They are so funny. In the morning when we {I use that term loosely. I don't do the chicken chores!} open the door, they rush out and start pecking around. A little while later, they're back inside snacking and snoozing.
Our rooster. {That we didn't intend to have. and speaking of roosters, one other "hen" is showing signs of being a rooster too} We named him Maximus. Because he makes the max amount of noise that his not-quite-grown-up rooster voice can muster. We're not sure if we're going to keep them both around. So far they're not mean. But we would like the children to be able to take care of the chickens without fear of attack!
They actually manage to use their makeshift ramp pretty well. They don't seem to notice or care that they have to ssslliiddee down instead of having nice laddery steps.
They other night Hubby and I were wandering through a bookstore on our very spur of the moment {14th! gulp!}anniversary date. We came across a gardening/homesteading book. This statement caught our eye and we had a chuckle ~
"If you plant a garden, you're a gardener. The minute you get chickens, you're a homesteader"
I guess we've crossed the line and so far it's been fun :)
Our experience with roosters has been good as long as you raise them from little and interact with them from the beginning. Ours have always been friendly, and I'm kinda sad we don't have one this year. They are so regal and handsome!
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