Growing Like Weeds

Wanna take a walk with me?

You have to put on a pair of chicken boots!

I just love these boots.

They were my birthday present from Dr. Becky.

She calls me the Crazy Chicken Lady.

You don't really think I am a crazy chicken lady, do you?

Well, down the driveway a piece is our oldest chicken house.

The chicken yard to the rear of it was squashed by a fallen tree

after one of this past winter's ice storms.

So, Hubbs built me a new chicken yard...

just finished yesterday.

Sometime this week I will move my new chicks into this house

equipped with an infra red light to keep them warm.

Here they will have lots of room to move around.

More room is needed as you can see they have doubled in size

in just a week.

I know of no other animal that grows as rapidly as chicks do.

Henry and Fifi are quite excited about the move 

from the barn to the "French Quarter."

That's what I have named the old chicken house (with the new yard),

since it will be housing my Cuckoo Marans.

The French Quarter is located right next to the Roos bachelor pad...

so the next few weeks should be quite interesting.

I am quite curious what the Roos reaction will be to their 

new French neighbors.

I can just hear it now...

"Voulez vous couchez avec moi?"

"Se sois?"

(I know what you're thinking....

"Yes, she really is the crazy chicken lady!"