This picture doesn't really go with the "crazy" theme of this post, but I had to show it anyway.
We're proud of the tag-team job from Nolan and Pepper.
She brought the "dead" possum up to Nolan.
It's funny how they play dead to protect themselves.
Didn't help this guy at all.
In fact, it made it easier for the dog to pick him up.
The possum's not playing dead anymore.
That's one less chicken/duck predator.
We really don't want to lose anymore chickens or ducks.
Our chicks are four weeks old.
They're getting closer to having all of their feathers
and being shipped to live outside.
We would have moved them out this week but the weather isn't cooperating.
(Why does it need to snow in April?)
We'll see how it is this weekend.
In the meantime, they're wanting to roost on things.
We don't have anything set up in their horse tank for them to roost on.
The chicks will occasionally sit on the waterer.
Goofy things.
Connor does all he can to tame the chicks, including
swaddling them (because we don't have a chicken diaper).
He will sit on the floor with a chick on a towel in the
living room while we watch a movie.
The silly birds just sit there with him.
He even had one fall asleep in his lap the other day.
We don't call him the chicken whisperer for nothing.
He apparently needed a chicken to help him with his typing lesson.
It looks like she's watching!
I think we live on the funny farm.
Comfy?
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