Mornin', y'all!
This morning I moved my three week old chickens into the chicken tractors. Before I did that, I got Katherine and Mama to help me move the tractors closer to the brood coop.
This morning I moved my three week old chickens into the chicken tractors. Before I did that, I got Katherine and Mama to help me move the tractors closer to the brood coop.
Three weeks old...
After getting the tractors situated roughly where I wanted them, I then filled the water troughs. I fetched the mash and poured that into the feed troughs. I had to use my hands like a funnel on one of them because the mash was too thick to pour into the trough smoothly.
Cool design, eh?
Slopping my feathered hogs... ;)
Mash trough.
This batch of mash needed a little more water in it...
Then came the fun part (or as a friend of mine would say, the "funn" part ;]): catching the little buggers!
Getting on to being someplace around a full pound these days...
"A'right, ya squawk-box! You can hush up now!"
I think they are happy in their new environment...turns out there were only 49 birds, but that's really alright. I cannot imagine being on the packing front of a hatchery and trying to count all those wiggling little bodies...
And, just for your amusement, I'll tack on the "Saturday Catastrophes" that I was considering making a funny post out of anyway. See, Saturday afternoon/evening, I managed to clobber myself twice, in two very distinctly Racheal-esque and different fashions.
1st...I was helping Katherine rotate her chickens. I came barging up the run and cracked my thick-head into the 2x4 across the opening of the coop (the board is a little under shoulder height on me when I'm standing up straight). I had my cowboy hat on, so it took some of the blow off. I really felt it most in my neck, you know, those two vertebrae that are located where the shoulders turn into neck. That was the second time in about three days time. I groused a little while Katherine was going "Are you okay??" "Yeah...you'd think I'd remember after doing that the other day!!" Then a little later, with a little laugh, "What'dya think? I'll quit doing that after and other two or three times..."
I was a little preoccupied because Katherine and I were also discussing "The Case of the Blackguard". But anyway...let's just say I need to watch my head a little better next time I'm chasing birds about. ;P
2nd...I was headed into the bathroom that evening to brush my teeth before going to bed. I managed to turn my left ankle (Hello! I hardly ever turn that one! It's always the right one!), slide on the side of my foot and give a bally performance of a PLF. I crashed in through the open bathroom door (doubles as a laundry room), landing on my right knee. It was a jolly thud...let me assure you. I rolled into the sitting position, which left me perched on a pile of laundry. The side of my foot and my knee were hurting, but I was alright other than that. I was laughing and almost crying (no matter how old you get, getting the top layer skin roughed off hurts) and wondering what just happened.
I'm just thankful I didn't do anything ridiculous like that at the Market that morning!!
(Yes...*cue the squall of mic feedback* "Come see the comical farmgirl in the cowboy hat and boots take a nose-dive into the parking lot! What fun! What excitement!...And don't forget to support our wonderful vendors!! Thank-you!")
Anyway...you get the drift...
1st...I was helping Katherine rotate her chickens. I came barging up the run and cracked my thick-head into the 2x4 across the opening of the coop (the board is a little under shoulder height on me when I'm standing up straight). I had my cowboy hat on, so it took some of the blow off. I really felt it most in my neck, you know, those two vertebrae that are located where the shoulders turn into neck. That was the second time in about three days time. I groused a little while Katherine was going "Are you okay??" "Yeah...you'd think I'd remember after doing that the other day!!" Then a little later, with a little laugh, "What'dya think? I'll quit doing that after and other two or three times..."
I was a little preoccupied because Katherine and I were also discussing "The Case of the Blackguard". But anyway...let's just say I need to watch my head a little better next time I'm chasing birds about. ;P
2nd...I was headed into the bathroom that evening to brush my teeth before going to bed. I managed to turn my left ankle (Hello! I hardly ever turn that one! It's always the right one!), slide on the side of my foot and give a bally performance of a PLF. I crashed in through the open bathroom door (doubles as a laundry room), landing on my right knee. It was a jolly thud...let me assure you. I rolled into the sitting position, which left me perched on a pile of laundry. The side of my foot and my knee were hurting, but I was alright other than that. I was laughing and almost crying (no matter how old you get, getting the top layer skin roughed off hurts) and wondering what just happened.
I'm just thankful I didn't do anything ridiculous like that at the Market that morning!!
(Yes...*cue the squall of mic feedback* "Come see the comical farmgirl in the cowboy hat and boots take a nose-dive into the parking lot! What fun! What excitement!...And don't forget to support our wonderful vendors!! Thank-you!")
Anyway...you get the drift...
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