serene afternoons

The chickens are getting used to living both in and out of the greenhouse.  That’s good.  You’re supposed to implement change slowly with chickens, let them get used to one thing at a time. 

I was transitioning the GH today, hanging the screen doors (this year with orange snow fence to better help pollinators find the doors, cleaning out all the winter chicken crap- all the ugly snow fence and sticks, and the greenhouse looks bright and spacious again.  Just hay, the composting coop cleanouts in the feed sacks (not sure what garden they’ll go to), and the tomato safe.

And of course the chicken hangers-on. 

All of them crammed in the one shadow in the room, when they could be out in the breeze.

They are intentionally or not keeping the broody hen company.  She’s in that box in the tomato safe.

Yeah, I’m with you.

One of these things is not like the other.

Feisty little Annie Smith Peck hangs with the big girls.  She’s so funny!  She’s been different from day 1.

The breeds get along so well, now that the greenhouse is without borders.  They mix right up, and are so cute lounging together.  But when the food comes out, the layer hens become greedy ravening animals, so the Silkies need to be segregated in order for them to get a fair chance at the food.  I don’t want to keep them cooped up, but they have to be separate, to survive.   They’re slowly drifting outside.

We’ll take shade wherever we can get it

See those bags in the corner?

I found a chicken butt jammed in here at night, too.