I told my tutor that I wished someone who lived near us sold eggs. A few days later, she showed up at my house saying she bought me chickens.
My response was something like, “Uh, I don’t know how to take care of chickens.”
I paid her for the chickens and asked her to keep them for a few days because I wasn’t ready to be a parent to chickens, especially because I was going out of town.
I spent that afternoon–and many days since–furiously reading about chickens.
Since collecting my chickens, they have spent most of their time in what I have named time out.
My chickens really wanted to return to their home at my tutor’s house and ran away a few times the first day they were let out. So they were returned to time out for another week.
I think they will be let out tomorrow and I hope they will decide that my house is their home.
I also think they are starting to know me. They get really excited when they see me, but maybe that’s because I bring food and water.
They also have lots of silly antics, like flipping their food dish over to stand on and talking with another chicken friend from time out that has been released (this chicken thinks my toes are food!).