When I look at this picture, it makes me laugh.
It reminds me of a baby chicken stretched out in a hammock.
The truth is . . these four crazy baby chicks lead us on a wild chicken chase every single evening. I’ve been letting the chickens all out again during the day. Mean Chicken keeps the babies right with her and then when it’s time for them all to go back into the run about dusk, they all go in . . including the baby chicks. At some point, before they all go into the coop for the night, the four babies escape from the pen and then, for whatever reason, can’t find their way back in.
Vince and I chase them all over the place. They’re so fast. As they’ve gotten older, they’ve gotten faster. As we’ve gotten older, we have not gotten any faster!
When Chad and Nicole were here, all of us would be out chasing chicks but now that it’s just the two of us again, those four chicks have gotten much better at escaping our every effort to catch them.
Monday I remembered the net we had used to catch the wild kitty upstairs so I went and got it.
Lucky strike . . I caught two at once last night. I’ll be happy when they’re too big to escape from the run but for now, each evening about dusk, Vince and I are out chasing chickens!