moving the chicks outside

We finally got the chicks outside where they belong. The Chicken manor took 3 consecutive weekends and one of dad’s sick days (he was sneezing doesn’t that count) to complete. Mom, Philip, and I moved them in, the next day while Thomas stayed inside doing important school stuff. Moving them took four trips. At first it was tricky because as fast as Philip and I put them in they jumped back out, it really was like some crazy video game. Once we figured out that this method would not work we used an old “doggy” towel to keep everyone inside while we caught the stragglers. They love to dust bathe and peck the dirt (it helps their digestion:), as well as hunt for and eat dozens of worms. Unfortunately the move did have casualties. Two roasters (whenever anyone is hurt it’s always one of these tubbies) are ill, one has a gimpy leg, and the other has a gash on his side. Gimpy just limps between the food and water at first I hand fed him because he was so pathetic, but he seems to be doing better. The one with the laceration has been quarantined and hopefully he too will heal up. -- Anna