When Deb received 25 little yellow fuzzballs a few months back, she knew she could not keep all of them. Luckily, we have some good friends who were in need of a few backyard hens (and very thankfully, the lone rooster in the bunch!)
So into a box, and on an hour long car ride they went. At first they were quite timid to even look around at their new digs, but once my mom showed them where the food and water were at, and where to roost, they were happy as could be. A few weeks later and I'm quite happy to say, these chickens are living the good life!
Each of them has a name, and one very lucky little hen has a new best friend, Lily. The smallest of the bunch, named Chip, and she is never far from Lily's arms. Other notable namings include Cracka-toah, who has one toe pointing in the wrong direction, and twinkle toes, who has a similar attribute, but not quite as pronounced. The rooster has been named Roy, and he seems quite happy to rule his roost. The rest are named in varying shades of cupcake, cookie, sugar (no doubt attributed to the sweetness of their caretakers!).
The new neighbors were a bit of an adjustment, but as of the night before, I think these precocious little hens have taken the lead; they had the goats cornered in the pasture, and would not let them go!
It was such a delight to see how happy and well taken care of these little hens are (and to see our good friends too!), I can't help but be a bit little jealous.
Here's to flying the coop, and all the joy that brings.
* Last time in Barn Stories: Spring Flowers