Chick Pick'n

It felt like a normal morning.

Time outside with the dogs...

chatting on my Etsy Forum,

posting here yesterday.

And then it changed.

Georgia popped by and we were chatting.

As she went to leave I suggested she peek

in on the chicks...in the tub...in the garage...

with their momma.

Then it seemed kind of dark for them so 

I suggested that we should carry the tub

out back so they could enjoy some sunshine.

After getting the tub outside and onto a 

table I began to worry that some 

predator might be able to move the 

screen and get into the tub.

That led to a decision to see if I could catch

and move the rooster who lived in the 

side of our chicken house where we wanted to 

put the momma and chicks.

I began the process on my own.

Georgia, who had gone to her house

came back out to ask a question and 

got into more than she bargained for.

I cannot tell you how often this happens

to the dear woman.

Being near me is a bit like being near

a hurricane.  

Scary, really.

So there we were.

I had climbed into the chicken yard...

in my bare feet, in a long skirt.

Turns out chickens are short and the 

spiders have spread webs all across

the top of the chicken wire.

Uggh!

But after I got over that.....

I began cornering the rooster.

He was pretty fast and kept 

getting away from me.

Finally he went into the coop

where after two tries

Georgia nabbed him.

She held him capably while 

I climbed back out of the pen.

You have no idea what a feat this was.

The door to this pen is high.

Not to the ground.

You literally have to climb up and over,

through a very small door.

I'm not small.

But, I did it!

((insert cheeky grin here))

I then opened the other coop and

my city raised Mother in Law

put that rooster in as if she had been 

doing it her whole life.

(If you don't count the screams from both of us)

Oh, how funny.

But this meant that we just had one hen 

who is sitting on a pile of eggs left on this 

side of the coop.

Perfect.

Time to move the Momma and her babies

into their new home.

We opened the wire top

carefully...

but even so one of the chicks

popped out and was chased under the coops

by my very helpful pup, Bandit.

There was no time to waste,

we had to get the rest into the coop.

So there I was "Chick Pick'n!"

when Georgia remembered she was supposed to 

be at an appointment.

She ran off....

So, after moving the remaining seven 

chicks into the coop with momma

I waited and waited for number eight to pop

back out from under the coop so I could give

him back to his momma.

He didn't show up.

I tried not to panic.

The Momma was clucking and clucking.

She was worried, 

I just knew it.

After a while I looked in and thought there

seemed to be a lot of chicks in there.

Lo and behold they were ALL there!

Eight little chicks

happy as could be.

That is one benefit and danger to them 

being so stinkin' tiny.

That little bugger found a bitty hole and 

returned to his momma all on his own.

Want to meet the chicken family?

Here they are....

Love that medicated chick mash!

O.k. Momma, what will we learn today?

I wouldn't mess with us!

I love breakfast!

Momma mentor....

Always on the go!

So, there you have it.

A snapshot of the craziness that

I call life. I embrace it.

Love it. Would get so bored any

other way!