The last of my chicks came home from college on Friday and I’ve got to say, they are not as enamored with Charlie living in the house as we are. Oh sure, they think having a chicken in the house is *interesting* but they could definitely live without the chicken poop.
When is the chicken leaving the house asked Griffin?
When she’s (I’m) ready, I replied.
Griffin took it upon himself to socialize Charlie with the flock in order to eventually move her outside. He put Charlie out in the pen with the rest of the birds and then sat in a chair to babysit them all (after all, while he does want Charlie outside, he doesn’t want any harm to come to her.)
After a few minutes, this is what I saw.
Griffin stayed out with the chickens for about an hour and then it was Addy’s turn to babysit.
She shooed Charlie off the chair, sat down and the next time I went out to check on them, this is what I saw with her.
That Charlie, sure is one clever bird.
Huh, not so easy, is it kids?
