We’ve got a box of cheeps:) On cold nights when we bring Brown Bonnet and her trio in, the box is set down with the flap to the wall, and in the morning, it cheeps.
So cute! At about 0:22 mom tries to open the box from the inside (also a daily activity). Excuse me, I believe it’s morning out there!
Then we ferry the box back into the chickery in the GH, which always provokes a lively conversation en route. There they are free. The only shot I get of them these days is crammed against the opposite corner of the chickery. Ahmygawd a camera! Today I vaselined her feet, and at her unexpected airlift out of the coop, all the chicks ran and hid in their box. Smart kids. Brown Bonnet’s attentive and loyal lover, Major Fowler, lurks. Someday, you will be free, and I will care for you and your offspring. Meanwhile, I sit.