Get Used To It

The Delawares seem to be getting used to living in an apartment instead of a big house and having a much more confined yard.  I guess it's one thing when they decided to huddle up together in the coop at night and another when they don't have a choice.  Let's just say they were quite ready to jump out of the Taj in the morning and spent the day outside inspecting their new playground.  They even went in without an argument at sundown.  I'd been worried about that.

I'm still working on a new routine to care for the little kids.  Everything was close at hand in the big coop:  the feed barrels were right there inside and the feeder for the lay pellets hung from a rafter, the gate was just a few steps from the alfalfa, and the water faucet was right outside the pen.  The Taj is at the back of the building down the long side, so it takes quite a few trips to get the chickens set for the day.  Oh well, they say walking is good for you and I might as well get used to it.

It was a couple of degrees warmer yesterday, a really pleasant day, and I took advantage to hang some laundry on the line and even sat out on the deck for awhile.  Bess was in no hurry to come back in the house, either.  The temperature dropped after dark and Ralph climbed into the cat cave at bedtime, something he hasn't done for a long time.

It was a good day.