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Oh my, did they ever not want to come out of that box….. I had the kids load up the chicks while I manned the box in which they would make their trip to the chicken house. The kids chased them around the brooder–and my office–for several minutes while I was in charge of opening the box lid just enough for them to stick each chick inside one at a time, working to keep the ones already inside from jumping back out. Then I carried the wriggling box to the chicken house. We decided, for the first few days, to keep them inside the chicken house. We’ll let them out into the chicken yard soon, but to start with, it’s enough for them to get settled in the house itself and learn that it is where they sleep.

Once in the chicken house, box lid removed, they lifted their heads….

And started looking around….

“What’s out there? Where are we?”

They sent a scout on a reconnaissance mission.

She turned back to report. “Dudes, it’s huge. And the straw! I’ve never seen so much straw! It’s the land of milk and honey and bugs!”

Then she could wait no longer for her leery brooder-mates. “Mine!” she declared. ‘It’s all mine!”

Well, they couldn’t have that, so out they came, sticking together at first for security.

Then they started spreading out, exploring….

Scratching and pecking. “It’s true! It’s the land of milk and honey and bugs!”

And there they are, all moved into the chicken house. Settling in. Enjoying their first taste of the semi-outdoors. My babies are growing up.

I hope that they remember to brush their teeth and that they don’t stay up too late at night. And that they won’t mind if I call ten times a day.
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I bet your office seems really quiet now.
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-Kim
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hope the worms they find aren’t Tequillia worms…but you know how teenagers are…..hahaha
can’t wait for more!
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We have our turkeys in a brooder in their turkey house. We’re not quite ready to turn them loose yet, but soon. They are so different from the chickens, much quieter and calmer.
Loved your Memorial Day post. Like you, my suburban VA upbringing did not include visits to graveyards. Ours are so scattered–some in England, some in Louisiana and some at Arlington Cemetery. My husband and one granddaughter went to decorate his family graves in Kanawha County. I was ‘way too tired after cleaning my son’s house on sunday, (and company all day Sun and Mon), getting ready for his return from Iraq. I was very glad Larry went though. It’s just something a person should do. Respect and remember.
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Can’t wait till they venture outside.
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I want you to know that because of you, YES YOU, and your darn blog, as of last Thursday we have 5 little chicks of our own(all pullets. hopefully.). We had a few hens up until last fall when we thought we were going to be moving & gave them to a lady with a hobby farm. But plans changed & watching your chickies made me really miss having them around. They really are addicting, aren’t they? So when I woke up last Thursday morning, I KNEW what I had to do. I drove 35 miles one way to buy some at a farm store because I had to have them THAT day. ;o) They’re just great little creatures! My kids have put a pony tail holder & little pieces of watermelon in the chick box to create a sort of 3 ring circus. It’s hilarious how they’ll go nuts trying to steal from each other and/or protect their treasure. We noticed that quite often when one chick does something, the rest will copy. If one steps up onto my hand, 4 more will, etc. Right now I can fit all 5 in my 2 hands at one time…and it makes them sleep. Then I can’t get anything done because the mother in me doesn’t want to wake them. I know it won’t be long and I’ll be moving mine out of the house & into the coop too & missing them. Babies grow up way too fast! I just hope you’re adjusting!
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oh come on 52 – let us see you – we wont bite!!
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congrats on this chickie milestone!
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