The one-year-chicken-adventure has officially been terminated.
The girls and their coop/run went to live on a small farm. I’m happy. They’re happy. Their new owner is happy. It’s a win/win/win.
I do miss their charming little noises and their not-so-charming noises, too.
I miss the eggs.
That’s the end of my “What I miss” list.
The “what I don’t miss” list is much much longer!
The poo. Everywhere. (I decided against offering photoGRAPHIC proof)
The slightly unpleasant smell.
The early am mandatory venture to the backyard to let the poor girls out of their house.
The poo. Everywhere.
The regular drive to the feed store to buy yet another 50lb bag of feed, 1/2 of which they would refuse to eat.
The poo. On the door mat, where they liked to preen every evening after ravaging the yard for morsels.
The worry about bringing salmonella into the house.
The scrupulous cleaning of the kitchen every stinkin’ day because I hated the thought of chicken poo being IN THE HOUSE. I’m no clean freak, but I do know about health risks involved with chicken poo. *shudder*
Batman and I are glad we had chickens and we are glad they’re living happily someplace else. We’re also pretty happy with the two large compost piles that are enriched with that wretched poo.
Coming soon: photos of the new and improved yard two weeks after chicken departure.