Henrietta Cluck is the bravest of the bunch. She jumps on top of the water and stares me in the eye whenever I come close. She tries to peck my fingers too. Dave tells me its because she is looking for worms. I think she is just trying to test my nerve. "Are you REALLY not afraid of us anymore?" I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that she has a sharp beak and beady eyes.
Sherbert is the nicest of the hens. Not only docile, as the experts agree on her species, but seems content when handled. Obviously, she is the hen my kids fight over. They have to take turns with her. Next time I think it will be my turn. Buttercup, who is braver than me, can move Henrietta Cluck.
The chicks outgrew the little box. Well, in truth, I spilled their water and the entire cardboard bottom was squishy ruined. So, we needed to toss their temporary home and move them into something larger. A large Rubbermaid tote bin seems to be working just nicely. At least they can't peck holes in the sides.
The Luxury Coup is turning out nicely. We even had an extra window sitting around. (a factory mistake left at our house when we had some windows replaced.) Those chickens don't know what lucky ducks they are to have such a nice place to roost. Dave has the nest boxes built - but they were built in the dark after the camera was put away. Next time, I promise.
Dave has been working hard, but I have been too - see these trenches? I dug them - all along the coup and the 8'x10' fenced area for them. To be completely predator proof - we will bury the chicken wire 12" underground. I dug that trench. ALL of it. And I have a sore back to prove it.
We just have a few items left to finish, including the priming and painting....which is being left to me and the kids. Jammin' is thinking dragons...Buttercup asked if she could paint cats and bunnies. We'll see.
So, next week I hope to show pictures of a completely finished chicken coup....but of course, it depends on the weather. "No Rain" is my mantra.