I was so close to passing off chicken duty to Mom.
It just wasn’t interesting anymore. I fed them. I watered them. I clucked at them and said a few words. They flapped their wings. They made noises. They never laid an egg.
Until a couple days ago.
I was a little bit excited.
And now that they’re actually doing something, I’ve retained my chicken responsibilities and expanded their horizons. My day has a chicken-rythym. Let them out of the coop in the morning. Close the door when they’ve roosted at sunset.
And, in the in-between time, watch them forage for bugs.
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