Love this! It reminds me of when “I was your age “lol, a time of raising our children and wanting chickens, raising them almost the same way, except the baby chicks were in the garage, in a container, with a heat lamp as the weather was cooler outside. As soon as possible we moved them to the coop outdoors, and kept the heat lamp in the coop during the night so they wouldn’t get too cold! I was so happy to have moved them out to the dirt, Until one of the kids left the coop door open, and our dog happily gathered every single chick, lined all 12 up outside the door, each in one piece except not alive. Daisy was so proud of herself displaying her trophies and bringing this “gift” to us! There went my whole project. I had already raised other chickens and this was probably the last attempt for me, after our last group of beloved hens and their stud were taken when the next-door neighbor complained to the city about Mr. Rooster’s crow waking him up at 4 AM. After that I swore I was going to move to an area where I could raise chickens again, someday….still love chickens they make great pets! Even more I love the interaction in your story between the children and you!
You know what's funny? I have heard this chicken/Daisy story too. Except Gabe's version is that you all came back from vacation and Daisy presented it to you upon arrival.
Love this! It reminds me of when “I was your age “lol, a time of raising our children and wanting chickens, raising them almost the same way, except the baby chicks were in the garage, in a container, with a heat lamp as the weather was cooler outside. As soon as possible we moved them to the coop outdoors, and kept the heat lamp in the coop during the night so they wouldn’t get too cold! I was so happy to have moved them out to the dirt, Until one of the kids left the coop door open, and our dog happily gathered every single chick, lined all 12 up outside the door, each in one piece except not alive. Daisy was so proud of herself displaying her trophies and bringing this “gift” to us! There went my whole project. I had already raised other chickens and this was probably the last attempt for me, after our last group of beloved hens and their stud were taken when the next-door neighbor complained to the city about Mr. Rooster’s crow waking him up at 4 AM. After that I swore I was going to move to an area where I could raise chickens again, someday….still love chickens they make great pets! Even more I love the interaction in your story between the children and you!
You know what's funny? I have heard this chicken/Daisy story too. Except Gabe's version is that you all came back from vacation and Daisy presented it to you upon arrival.
He may be right!