Before it’s bedtime, 7-8pm ish, it’s the hour for serious lounging. The various chicken cliques are scattered around, and more likely to be settled down on the ground than perching above ground. They just sink down in the grass/weeds (or wherever they are) and have a little lull, maybe even a proper nap.
Two of Ursa’s new chicks came supplied with the most amazing permanent eyeliner. It’s too bad I used up the name Cleopatra already (although it was entirely appropriate), because these two have totally Egyptian eyes.Mom’s already gone to bed.
I chickened out some pine trees. I’d given up on getting anything intentional done, so I just did whatever, and now the chickens are getting some new tree forts. Tomorrow’s going to be good.
The various sized chicks use the main pine tree so much, as club house central. Now they can branch out.
The process is easy – scythe underneath, prune out all the little inner branches, and throw in some hay. They like visibility, and easy access. I did three trees. The Family came lurking around, watching what I was doing.BeforeAfter
I’m going to let them distribute the mulch themselves.