Two days a week, I am at the beck and call of one baby Dale.
Still not much hair, but teeth are coming in.
And she is on her hands and knees, and on the move.
Back at the studio I am doing some weaving, not nearly as much as the "old" me used to do.
Another porch rug, this one 30"x116". Of course, you could use it in a hall way, or in your kitchen, or just about anywhere.
But doesn't "porch rug" just sound good?
So far, only two have names.
The little pecked one, that is half the size of the rest, is thriving. But because we put Vicks on her neck to keep the others from pecking her, Lois named her Vicky.
The other one with a name is a large black one, that I am sure I did not order. But the hatchery usually gives you extras, and while we ordered 25, we got 28. Two died, so my bff and I each got 13.
This girl is not a barred rock. She is solid black, and by far the biggest hen there.
And she is THE BOSS LADY.
So I called her Black Betty (bam a lam)
Now every night, I have had to make the trip to the studio, to make sure the chicks were in.
Even though there is an enclosed run outside the coop, I do not trust it.
It is very rural there, and there are all kinds of critters.
If a determined predator has all night to figure it out, I am afraid they might.
So I make the trip.
But not any more.
I found the Automatic Chicken Coop Door
and it is amazing.
You can see by the cord, that my old hand operated door is still in place on the outside of the coop, if ever I need it.
But the automatic door is on a timer.
It opens at 7am and lets them out, and closes at 8:45pm, and shuts them in.
It does work like a charm.
Until the day when I can make the studio my home, this will do the trick.
In the meantime, I am preparing for that day, getting everything just the way I want it.
Moving will be a snap.
Living there will be a joy.