The Rhode Island Red chicks graduated yesterday, from the brooder pen into the big girls pen. Trouble was, they didn't want to grow up !!! I got back from my "office job" with the Mustard Seed (check them out, they are a great organization and staffed by people really dedicated to helping our seniors) and Greg was armed and ready with our next detail. Chicken roundup ! weapons ? a sweeping brush and a snow shovel....hey, those things can be nasty ! The plan was detailed (NOT) park up the stock trailer, round up the birds and then put them into the "Roost with a view" ( they are lucky, they got the 4* accomodation, they could have got "The Shack")...but were they happy ? Trying to look confident ('cause Greg expects that of me) we marched in to the brooder, they weren't intimidated by our show of force and formed a defensive bunch. We tried stealth, ie look the other way and pounce on the unsuspecting...we tried persuasion "here chuck chuck.." ( not impressed) so we just grabbed them, gosh, they were mad ! For our next trick.....magic 28 mad Rhodies from the trailer into the Roost pen. All out of magic spells, Greg (he's amazing) reversed the trailer into the gateway of the pen. How to keep the chickens in the pen in ? (breakout pending ) Inspiration...send in Bran the dog. Bran very enthusiastic about this unexpected privilege got OVER enthusiastic and end result, a flurry of feathers and a bunch of bald chickens ...but they didn't get out and the Rhodies got in. What a team, Greg Bran and me.Love it, Love this life (most of the time, smile) Take care. Bye for now, M
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