The baby chickens have been with us for six days now. They’re thriving. They live in the warmest spot in the house — inside the south-facing bay window in Ken’s room.
Keeping them in cardboard boxes just doesn’t work very well. It’s hard to keep things clean, and the babies can’t see out. So I splurged on a bird cage at Pet Smart. It was on sale, but still the cost of it is something that will have to be justified over many years. All future generations of baby chickens will be able to use it. I’ll just wash it and put it in the attic between generations.
The new chickens are Golden Comets, like Ruth. Ruth is a better layer than the two Barred Rock hens, and laying is what it’s all about.
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That is really very nice to provide them a comfortable in between time space
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I mean’t to ask some time ago, if the grown chickens wait at the gate when its feeding time?
The chickens are always watching the house. If someone appears empty handed, the chickens go about their business. But if someone appears carrying something, then the chickens dash to the gate.
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