So, we're in the process of selling our house and buying one out in the country on acreage so we can have our very own little funny farm...
The realtor said that it would be better if our chickens were to 'go away' during the house sale process as it might put off some buyers who have weird notions about stuff like that.
So, this weekend, I loaded up boxes of chickens in my truck and drove them to my parents' house almost 2 hrs away. I then spent the day finishing up their temporary home and trying to make it as predator-proof as possible.
In the end, I wasn't able to make myself take them all down there, there are some that I am just too attached to and it would just kill me if I left them at my mom's and some predator got them. So I sent as many as I could with the intention of hiding the rest in their coop when people come to see the house.
The packing part was AWFUL. Normally my chickens are all very tame and I handle them daily, but they realized something was up and there was a lot of chasing and squawking to catch the ones to be taken away. Then, my favorite hen, Sheila, hopped the run fence and followed my mom and I as we carried a box of her friends away. She made the most awful sounds!
This morning was even worse because the coop and run were too quiet with NO ROOSTERS, and so few chickens. The ones I have left seem quieter than normal and nervous. Also, they didn't even eat the watermelon I gave them yesterday!
I am really excited about moving from our house in the burbs with the postage-stamp lawn to a new place with lots of land, but right now I am feeling so sad cuz I miss my chickies!
The realtor said that it would be better if our chickens were to 'go away' during the house sale process as it might put off some buyers who have weird notions about stuff like that.

So, this weekend, I loaded up boxes of chickens in my truck and drove them to my parents' house almost 2 hrs away. I then spent the day finishing up their temporary home and trying to make it as predator-proof as possible.
In the end, I wasn't able to make myself take them all down there, there are some that I am just too attached to and it would just kill me if I left them at my mom's and some predator got them. So I sent as many as I could with the intention of hiding the rest in their coop when people come to see the house.
The packing part was AWFUL. Normally my chickens are all very tame and I handle them daily, but they realized something was up and there was a lot of chasing and squawking to catch the ones to be taken away. Then, my favorite hen, Sheila, hopped the run fence and followed my mom and I as we carried a box of her friends away. She made the most awful sounds!
This morning was even worse because the coop and run were too quiet with NO ROOSTERS, and so few chickens. The ones I have left seem quieter than normal and nervous. Also, they didn't even eat the watermelon I gave them yesterday!

I am really excited about moving from our house in the burbs with the postage-stamp lawn to a new place with lots of land, but right now I am feeling so sad cuz I miss my chickies!
