Maybe in a few days I will include my new charges, Izzy and Buffy. Izzy is a Rhode Island Red Chicken. Buffy is an Orpington chicken. As chickens go, they are nice chickens, tasty eggs, though I am not much of an egg eater, at least my research says they are tasty.
My dogs have been introduced to the chickens. Today, my clueless sweetie pie, Jessy, flew into the poultry wire and rebounded nicely. The chickens squawked and everyone went back to business. Neither Jessy nor Molly have much experience with chickens. About as much as I have.
Every morning the water gets changed, scratch is tossed into their fully encased pen. I pick up two eggs. They were laying in the corner opposite me. Contrary they...were. Today, two eggs were found close to the door to the chicken coop. Thank you Izzy and Buffy.
I'll replenish their chicken meal as it is needed. The wood shavings will have to stay as they are - fresh and clean now but they will need cleaning when the owners return. There are limits to what I do.
Nell and Chip left me lots of food. There is apricot cheese, yogurt, lots of cold cuts. My daughter sent me a care package. Isn't role reversal the best?
What I would like is the fly swatter. I want the bugs...outside. But that is the nature of living in a woodsy area. Lots of nature. I'd also like to find the watering can. I did see it. Somewhere.
The refrigerator makes strange sounds. Like there is life inside. It must be some energy saving device. There are lots of them in this house.
No doubt the chickens are in the coop for the night. I am about to retire to bed for another wonderful sleep. Per a chance to dream.
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