Travelingjenny

Yesterday, Grace and I decided to let the chicks out of their pen to free-range in the yard for the first time. I had been afraid to do this, thinking they might accidentally wander into the woods or scatter around the yard, and it would too hard to corral them again. But they kept standing at their fence, staring into the big, green yard with their pleading little eyes, and I started to feel sorry for them. So we let them out. And they mostly stayed together while they slowly wandered around, pecking at the grass and flapping their wings with excitement. And then not five minutes later, it suddenly started to rain – and we were all caught in a downpour. So Grace and I ran around the yard chasing chickens and tossing them into the coop, laughing and getting soaked. Luckily, most of the poor chickens ran right for the coop, which is great because they are supposed to consider it their safe place. So I am proud of the little buggers, although I feel kind of bad that their first foray into the yard ended so dramatically. I guess they might as well learn that freedom can be a little scary sometimes.