#chick behavior

There are very few errands that stay simple when you add a nine-year-old and a farm store. All I needed was bedding. That’s it. A quick trip to Tractor Supply for a bag of pine shavings and a few bags of pelletized bedding for the chickens. In and out. Fifteen minutes. Maybe twenty if we browsed the clearance rack. I should have known better. The second we walked through the doors, my niece…

Today felt like one of those quiet-but-big milestones in the front yard—the kind that doesn’t look dramatic from the outside, but means everything when you’ve been managing animals day in and day out. We officially took the dog crate out of the chicken run. For a while now, that crate has been our makeshift “training wheels” while we integrated the younger birds. It did its job well, but today…

The other night, Ryan and I were sitting in the living room when we heard a random knock on our back door. Since that door only leads out to the enclosed porch—and the porch doesn’t have an exterior door—we did what any rational adults would do: ignored it and assumed we were losing our minds. Then it happened again.And again. By the third knock, I was fully convinced we had acquired a porch…