New Box

Since we had the great chicken escape, I made Brad* move the chickens into a new home. The space is much bigger (and square, not round) and there are some toys in the new house (Brad thought they needed something to play with. So far I saw one of the chickens peck at the ball but no playing has occurred). So far no escapees but we'll see. The chicks are getting giant, they no longer look like little fluffy balls, more like awkward teenage chickens so they might start to get all rebellious and start trying to escape.

* So it seems that I'm a bit squeamish about picking up the chickens. I think it has something to do with their feet. I'll get over it I'm sure but for now Brad does most of the holding.