I go to the hardware store to get pea gravel to set the coop in. It needs to be level or the chickens will keep falling over...not really, I just can't stand seeing it all tipped like that. When we get home I check on the chicks. One of them is loose in the bathroom where they are staying. Not in a panic or anything, just shuffling alone looking for something to eat and drink. My son grabs her and puts her back where she can meet those needs. Boy are chickens poor planners. On the other hand my chick brooding enclosure no longer serves its purpose. That was quick. It is kind of like trying to keep your teenager in shoes. Just when you think everything is okay, one little piggy goes weee, weee, weee need a bigger place to be. Oh well, good thing he caught her or we might have to put out an Amber Alert. Peace and love to you all.....
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