mclevinson
Songster
So little Lacey (as the kids have named the BLW) is hanging out all alone away from the other pullets, so forlorn. I tried to introduce her to the coop with the other birds last night, late. I scoop her sleeping self up (she was sleeping just outside the coop on a bale of shavings) and go to tiptoe to the coop door...my ankle twists and I land on my butt, still clutching a now fully awake and struggling Lacey. Having woken up the cooped EE's, I put her in a nesting box and walk away. No black feathers anywhere, but she's been sitting on the perch for the last hour. Hope shes going to eat and drink today. I feel guilty.
