Saturday, March 5, 2016

Introductions

For the past week we've been experimenting with letting the chickens out of their run in the afternoons again. For obvious, puppy-related reasons, we kept them penned up in February. Their egg production, however, plummeted pretty quickly. Before today we'd been letting them out the last hour or so of the day and just keeping Violet inside. Today, though? It was time for some barnyard action.
Violet meets Franny. This is one of the two chickens we raised from chicks three years ago--the one who legitimately thinks we are her parents. She runs across the yard to us at any moment we come outside. Sometimes, when Millie is on the porch Franny will sit at the door and call to her plaintively. I was not worried about this meeting at all.
This meeting, though? The properly-named "Mean Chicken?" The bird who has drawn blood on all three of my children? I was a little nervous about this one.
Keep your distance, Violet. Good idea. In related news, it is now well known around here that once school is out we will be "killing the mean chicken" and "eating it!" Simon, particularly, finds this to be terribly exciting. I don't know if that makes us bad parents, or awesome parents. 

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