As I stated earlier...Our girls arrived on Sunday. My wife was VERY hesitant for me and my son (13) to get these little rays of sunshine. She said "well just so you know, I won't be here when y'all get back and I will not be responsible for any upkeep.
I don't know why in the world you two want a bunch of chickens running around the yard. By the way...My Daddy thinks you are an idiot."
The birds arrived around 3:00 and Bill and I settled them into their diggs. Sissy (wife) arrived home about 5:30 and asked "Well where are they?" We told her that we were letting them imprint on the coop and would she like to see them. She said with a sigh "I guess so."
After the introductions and some minor instructions from my son (he has become quite the expert novice) we left the girls to their house warming. Her coolness seemed to be lessening.
After some advice from some BYC posters Bill and I decided that it was time Free the ladies. They took to their new surrondings immediately. Scratching, weeding, dusting, bug eating and general chickenery.
Sissy wandered into the backyard to see what all the laughter was about. I mean what could be so entertaining about a bunch of dumb chickens. She pulled up a chair with her newbie fowlboys and proceeded to observe the chick-anery. Twoo gin and tonics later the non-chicken-lover had already named 3 of the 6 girls.
Before the sun dropped to low in the sky we (Sissy included) were now in the possesion of Lorraine, Dotty, Lilly, Blanche, Rita (henworth) and Goldie Hen. as you might surmise the two girls with last mnames were christened after a few more GnT's were in the tank.
Anyway our charming girls took little time in converting a grumptster into a true chicken head.
Good times were had by all.
Looking forward to becoming a regular story sharrer.
Chickenz are Kool!
Dash
The birds arrived around 3:00 and Bill and I settled them into their diggs. Sissy (wife) arrived home about 5:30 and asked "Well where are they?" We told her that we were letting them imprint on the coop and would she like to see them. She said with a sigh "I guess so."
After the introductions and some minor instructions from my son (he has become quite the expert novice) we left the girls to their house warming. Her coolness seemed to be lessening.
After some advice from some BYC posters Bill and I decided that it was time Free the ladies. They took to their new surrondings immediately. Scratching, weeding, dusting, bug eating and general chickenery.
Sissy wandered into the backyard to see what all the laughter was about. I mean what could be so entertaining about a bunch of dumb chickens. She pulled up a chair with her newbie fowlboys and proceeded to observe the chick-anery. Twoo gin and tonics later the non-chicken-lover had already named 3 of the 6 girls.
Anyway our charming girls took little time in converting a grumptster into a true chicken head.
Good times were had by all.
Looking forward to becoming a regular story sharrer.
Chickenz are Kool!
Dash
