From my journal:
July 29, 2008
Sassy Pants was the first of the chicks to be named; she has worked hard to live up to that name! She is already having adventures.
This afternoon, I walked down to the coop to check on Shorty and see how she was adjusting to motherhood. There, on the folded-over screen I had tacked across the nest box as a baby gate, was one of the BR chicks, bouncing as if preparing to leave a diving board! Yow!, I yelled, lunging forward to scoop her back into the box. I decided that today would be the day for the move to the ex-small dog kennel Id bought (on sale, TSC).
On the way back down with the kennel-cum-brood box, I noticed that one of the chicks was hollering especially loudly. Someones in the yard!, I said to myself. As I got closer, I started looking hard at the ground and watching my feet. I prayed that the wanderer hadnt gotten into the 4 weeds on the yard perimeter. Imaging looking for something egg-cup sized in that!! Behold! There was Sassy Pants, standing in front of the coop, yelling her little heart out. She had survived the fall from the box, and the 12 drop to the outside! Tough little monkey! Recall, shes not quite 1½ days old! As I got near, she scooted under the coop . . . Great. I squatted down and put my open hands palm-up on the ground. After a few seconds, Sassy hopped over and climbed aboard.
The kids next door wanted me to change her name, but I cant think of anything more appropriate.
July 29, 2008
Sassy Pants was the first of the chicks to be named; she has worked hard to live up to that name! She is already having adventures.
This afternoon, I walked down to the coop to check on Shorty and see how she was adjusting to motherhood. There, on the folded-over screen I had tacked across the nest box as a baby gate, was one of the BR chicks, bouncing as if preparing to leave a diving board! Yow!, I yelled, lunging forward to scoop her back into the box. I decided that today would be the day for the move to the ex-small dog kennel Id bought (on sale, TSC).
On the way back down with the kennel-cum-brood box, I noticed that one of the chicks was hollering especially loudly. Someones in the yard!, I said to myself. As I got closer, I started looking hard at the ground and watching my feet. I prayed that the wanderer hadnt gotten into the 4 weeds on the yard perimeter. Imaging looking for something egg-cup sized in that!! Behold! There was Sassy Pants, standing in front of the coop, yelling her little heart out. She had survived the fall from the box, and the 12 drop to the outside! Tough little monkey! Recall, shes not quite 1½ days old! As I got near, she scooted under the coop . . . Great. I squatted down and put my open hands palm-up on the ground. After a few seconds, Sassy hopped over and climbed aboard.
The kids next door wanted me to change her name, but I cant think of anything more appropriate.
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