Surrounded as they were by a
vast field of rye, our second batch of chicks still managed to
get into trouble by the time they reached five weeks old. Despite
the fact that we’ve raised several other sets of chicks in this
same spot over the last two years with all of them staying
earth-bound, our current flock thought it would be a good idea to fly
up into a young peach tree and run along the limbs.
To be honest, the
youngsters probably weren’t causing much trouble there (and might have
even been eating pest insects), but they were also ranging further
afield, and our strawberries are in the next zone over. No way do
I want chickens eating up those berries we slave and dream over all
So we loaded them up…
…and rolled them out.
Our miniature flock is
now fenced into chicken
pasture 1, which
hasn’t yet been grazed this year and is a chickweed
paradise. I suspect the chicks will run through the
delicacies in about a week, at which point, we’ll have to put on our
thinking caps again. For now, we’re leaving the brooder on the
yellow wagon for easy movement.
further afield tempts our youngsters to explore their whole pasture