We are no longer owners of baby chicks. Our fowly friends have officially graduated into the "adolescent chicken category." They are just full of teen angst and hormones and stuff like that.
Actually, they really aren't full of hormones, since we don't feed them that kind of thing.
But these hens are the most efficient garbage disposals I've ever seen. We toss all kinds of greens, weeds, yard clippings, and melon rinds into their pen - and the girls go berserk over the goodies. Whatever leftovers they leave goes into our compost bin- but they really don't leave much!
On weekdays, the chickens are usually Momma's responsibility and she tends to their feedings. Evie visits them every other day or so. But on weekends, Evie loves to go help feed and play with them...
|Come and get it, ladies!|
Still in her pajamas, Evie requested to feed the chickens
right after she was done with her own breakfast.
|Evie still hasn't been able to sit still long enough |
for the girls to come eat out of her hand.
She gets excited when they get close -
and starts bouncing and scares them off.
|Here you go, bawk-bawks!|
|Evie is filling up their hanging feeder, which is attached |
to the bottom of their raised coop to keep the feed sheltered from the weather.
|Proud little chicken farmer.|
|My work here is done! Eat up, ladies!|
|We finished just in time to listen for the morning train to go by.|
Nothing like a rousing CHOO-CHOO chant
to get your day started off right.