fuzzi's Chicken Journal

[fuzzi]

22° here when I fed the chickens around 7:00. I wore sweatpants under my flannel nightgown, a wool sweater over it, and a down jacket over that.

The girls were fine, of course; just bopped on out of the run and started scratching.

I put on leggings under my skirt to walk Caleb.

 

[fuzzi]

Come on, let's play!

At the scene of the crime (toy murder)

 

[fuzzi]

Well, not as good a day for the integration.

The closest yet, but then Caleb barked, and Debbie ran.

Still have hope that they will eventually get along.