- Apr 24, 2008
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We had to rehome a couple of our birds recently. We had to drive about two hours and my dad insisted on put the chickens in dog crate in the back of the car. I told him that they were going to be misirable sliding around on the floor of the crate and to put them in a tub full of pine shavings so they could bunch together and feel safe on the drive up. But he is VERY stubborn, so he refused to do it my way. The whole drive up, he is punching the excelorater and not breaking very smoothly. When we finally arrived at our destination, we opened the back and Millie was completely still, staring at the floor. She was definetly in shock. Lucifer didn't mind to much, he just looked around trying to figure out where in the world he was and then let out a huge cock-a-doooooo. He was extatic to see the country for the first time. But poor Lily refused to come out, she was walking back and forth. She refused to let me touch her. And finally she steped out of the cage and threw up! I felt soooo bad. I had no idea chickens could throw up. My poor baby. Now that I think about it, I crack up.