Today’s run:  6.11 miles

Yesterday was a big deal day in the land of chickendom.  The baby chickens spent their first full day outdoors in the chicken tractor.

The grown up chickens were not very welcoming.  They did not put on their polite hats and say, “Welcome to your new home.  Let me show you around…”  No. Instead, they poofed themselves up as big as they could. They tried to look intimidating and scary.  Scary was exactly how the baby chickens saw them and the baby chickens lived up to the name, “Chicken.”

MFH (My favorite Husband) and I used baby gates to divide the area outdoors the chicken tractor~an area for the grown up chickens and an area for the baby chickens.

It all hit the fan, so to speak, when the baby rooster hopped the baby gate.

Uh-oh.

The grown up chickens did not take kindly to this young whipper-snapper.  Who did this kid think he was?  He was puffing out his neck, strutting around, acting like he was the boss.  This would not do.

I came outdoors to a terrible ruckus.  The grown up chickens were picking on the baby rooster.  They were picking out feathers.  He was crying and running for cover.

Rats.

The baby gate idea did not work.

MFH came out and helped me corral the grown up chickens to one corner of the chicken yard.  We then herded the baby chickens into the chicken tractor and Shut. The. Door.

The grown up chickens were then free to roam around the chicken yard to their little hearts delight.  They were still grumpy, do not get me wrong, but there was a truce in the chicken yard.

At “Bedtime for Birdies,” MFH and I went out, caught the baby chickens and brought them back into their pen in the back room.  It really was “Bedtime for Birdies.”  They were pooped.  So much excitement!

Today, the baby chickens are having a “We spent all day yesterday outdoors” hangover.  (They are staying inside today.  It is cold out~too cold for baby chickens.)

Hopefully, someday soon, all the chickens will learn to be together in harmony and we will not have to divide them…Grown up chickens Vs. Baby chickens.

Soon, all the chickens will be grown up chickens!  That is a comforting thought.