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Chicken run

The little chicks are now big enough to go outside without risk of them getting through the wire of their enclosure, only problem the run was a bit overgrown with grass, weeds and wild mint.

 If they had gone out we may never of seen them again! It's bad enough chasing them all in for the first few days before they get the hang of having to be put away at night from Mr Fox. So, today before cleaning them out I strimmed and strimmed, having to stick my head with hat and built in ear defenders into the blue bailing twine macrame (put up to stop the buzzards) every so often moving into a new twine square, loosing the hat and attacked by thistles. It was a little cooler today but still hot enough for my face to turn a red shade with salty sweat dribbling into my eyes - nice.


 Once strimmed I collected all that had been cut (more or less, got a bit bored towards the end). Then opened the door for the chicks to come running out and waited. As this was their first adventure out a push was needed, they have stayed around the door this afternoon.







The big clean was done with clean straw laid down they all rush back in, of course this evening when shutting the door they all run out ( they  are still at the freaking out stage when we go in their pen).
Getting them back in this evening took a time catching each one, farmer J can do it tomorrow evening!


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