Sooo…what did we learn you might ask?
Well, first there was the pasty butt. Knuckles came down with it. Cute little puff ball with a little bit of poop stuck on her bum. Reading up on it, we feared the worst. Chickens could DIE from pasty butt if not treated. So, out came the damp towels and oh so delicately little butt was cleaned up. Poor chicken. She appreciated it greatly and became my best friend.
After the pasty butt came the transition to the outdoors. This one was stressful too. We knew they had to get outside at some point…
And when they got big enough to visit the other chicken in the house, they had to go…
When we put the obviously greatly spoiled little birds outside, we worried terribly about whether it would be too cold for them! A sleepless night for us. The birds did fine.
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