I tried to get a picture of the chickens tripping over each other to get into the run this morning. They were actually more civilized than usual today.
Still, I think Suzy Creamcheese got checked off the steps in the process. I had the idea to somehow get one of those iron spiral staircases and put a chicken coop at the top of it. Then they could make a totally glamorous debut each morning. Because they are so graceful and elegant.
This weekend I also took a step towards explaining what the nesting buckets are for. You’re supposed to put something in there that looks like an egg, so when the time comes they know where to go. It doesn’t always work, but it’s worth a shot.
I took some plastic Easter eggs and filled them with dirt.
Then I glued them shut (and as is the way to do it, the use of superglue meant I glued my fingers together) and put them in the buckets.
I also raised the nests up a little more, using these plastic soda racks. Apparently when the soda guy comes and refills the vending machine, he just dumps the racks right into the recycling bin, rather than reusing them. They’re really sturdy, and I can think of lots of uses, so I guess it’s good that I have a seemingly endless supply of them. For one thing, I’m thinking of putting a lot of flower pots in them, then putting them out in the sun during the day, and bringing them in at night. But as risers they work great too.
Also, I found this the other day. It’s my notes from talking with the town about chicken rules, embellished by my son. I think it’s much more exciting now, and less ruley.