I dragged my city loving husband out to "the country" (not really that rural, but he likes to complain) five years ago. I often joke that I was born 200 years too late, and knew from the moment we set ourselves up that I wanted to get some chickens. Of course, life, work and having a baby got in...
We got a small box with some bedding in it for my daughter to sit on her lap while she's holding the chicks. We did it mostly so she would have a slightly lower risk of being pooped on, and because she wanted to hold more than one at a time, but maybe that could work for you?
Here's her...
Greetings from Pennsylvania!
I've finally gotten my act together to get the chicks I've wanted since moving to the middle of nowhere (not really, but more rural than my city loving husband would have chosen) five years ago. My 3 year old daughter and I are beyond excited, and we're lucky...