Picking out the girls
It was a perfect summer day for a drive in the country. We prepared for the task by picking up a couple of corrugate boxes lines with newspaper. Once the tops are closed, the chickens think it is night and go to sleep. And while they are sleeping, they can’t…you know. After all, the drive is about 40 minutes (if I only get lost once).
Dear friend Lynn allowed us to pick any hens we could catch (with lots of help from her), and much harder than you might think.
We decided on four for the perfect size hen family for us. That would give us enough to eat and some extras for sharing.