- Jul 1, 2011
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The collective chicken owners of me were not happy this early morning once they realized they were going to be free ranging for a while. Normally, if I have to herd them back in during the day for protection, its like trying to diaper twin one year old children at the same time...with one arm. But, having chosen to completely dump out all the hay, sanitize from top to bottom, (usually don't dump the hay, doing a modified layering instead of hay), they about had a stroke. Gripe...gripe...gripe; pause to play and hunt down bugs, gripe more...climb all over the planters...back to gripe...eat their snakes, drink water...gripe. All dried and sparkley clean, aired out, you think they'd still want in? Heck no. Herd and gripe...until they spot the food. Happiness again.