I posted the other day about preparing to bring my girls (and their stubby suitor, Chuck) from NH to west TN. Well, we loaded up Sunday morning, and 1300 miles and 22 hours later, arrived in TN with nary a feather ruffled, one fresh egg, and six content chickens. In fact, Chuckie was so content, that he "woke" us up before dawn with some exuberant crowing from the back of the truck. What a goof. Within three hours of settling into their new digs, the girls gave us another three eggs, and I picked up two this morning. So much me being worried about the trip! Chickens are lovely travelers. Or maybe they were just delighted at produce that came along with their adventure! Silly things: in 22 hours, the six of them demolished a selection of apples, pears, melons, grapes, fresh corn-in-the-ear, lettuce, and as an arrival treat, an entire watermelon. I won't hesitate a moment to take my chickies on another road trip. They're as delightful on the highway as they are in the yard!