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So exciting! They’re here!!

We decided that when we moved in, if the resident hen was still alive (ie, not scarfed up by predators in the three weeks she was left to fend for herself), we’d need to take her in and do our best to be good chicken tenders.

After a <lengthy> discussion at the feed store, the best option seemed to add to the flock, as chickens are social animals. This girl needed some friends…

The feedstore owner had some pullets (adolescent hens) ready for sale, and we said we’d pick them up in a week – when our coop was re-assembled and chicken-worthy. Jed spent last weekend securing it all, and today we decided we were ready for some new additions …

The coop is about 10 x 6, in an area that used to be an area for dairy cows, then rabbits, and for a short while, chickens. The nesting boxes are newly built and on a wall that hinges down — so we can grab the eggs without entering the coop from the main portion of the barn. The door to the coop we ‘stole’ from the ‘garage’ area of the barn — the area where the Triumph was parked. The roosting poles are walking sticks we collected in Northern Maine on our last trip.

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When we arrived to pick up our new chickens, I thought we could hand-select each chick from the whole gang, but when we found them running around in an outside pen, selecting our chicks was reduced to those we could catch. So… we ended up with…

They’re roosting peacefully tonight, but Older Chickie (Jed’s calling her Forsythia) is still skeptical. She’s hanging tight on the top of the structure… casting evil glances down at the rest. Hopefully this all gets worked out…

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