While we are missing our chickens, I know that in the grand scheme of things, my chickens being gone isn’t that big of a deal. It isn’t like we’ve lost family members, though we did love our chickens. I use my cell phone for my alarm and I have what’s called the “Chicken Alarm” that goes off at 6:10 a.m. these days. It’s set to go off every morning and I forgot to turn it off last night so at 6:10 this morning, I was awakened with a rude reminder that they’re gone. Yesterday Vince got an earlier flight home and was here in time to cut the grass. When he’s cutting around the run, they run along the fence following him, hoping grass clippings with a bug or two will fly into the run. Vince came in and said “This isn’t right! They’re supposed to be out there!”
I was going through the blog this morning and some of these pictures brought a smile.
This is the day we got them. I’ll bet that’s Ruby sitting on the food tray. She always wanted to be on top of everything.
The coop took a tumble when Vince was trying to move it to the right spot.
This was their first day in the new coop. They weren’t real sure where this little tunnel might lead but they checked it out.
The heart on the egg Ruby (I’m sure it was her!) left me.
Ruby looking lovingly at me . . or was she angry?
I could go on and on. We have lots of pictures of them. I think they were happy with us and I think they’ll be happy with their new home but we really do miss them!