Grass for the Oreos

It was supposed to be a nice day, so Mom and the Oreos (Thanks for naming them, Mom) got to move outside!   I transplanted the chickery from the arid hard packed environment of the greenhouse, where they spent a couple days, to the outdoors it was designed for.Mom was so excited about grass - I can believe it- she was broody for so long she´d probably forgotten about grass - that when I lowered her into place she didn´t take a single step, just started gobbling grass where I set her.      Then the roosters came.  The two remaining "exile" roosters, that stay apart from the main flock, and continue to sleep in the small coop, alone (I´m waiting for an opportunity to rehome them), lost no time discovering the new mama.They made fools of themselves staring longingly through the mesh and giving some dancing performances.I don´t get it myself, but she´s always been very popular. They were resoundingly ignored by the object of their attention, but hovered around devotedly all day.  Will it rain or won´t it?  Foggy, misty day - the chickery gets a rain cape.When evening fell and mama settled down for the night, she and the Oreos got airlifted into a bucket to go in the warmer greenhouse for the night.  She was not impressed.  I´ve never used a bucket before.  The bucket is not very roomy, but it was handy (I got her a box tonight).