After a few weeks getting the ladies acquainted with their new digs, we got brave this evening and set them free to range the yard. I have been really nervous about this, afraid they will wander off, get in the road, or meet another untimely end… So we will go slow with the ranging. Pasturing, I guess it is now referred to as free-range seems to have lost its labeling cred.
They took straight to it though – not venturing to far from the coop but definitely interested in all the surrounding gardens etc.
The kids got to test out their chicken-herding skills….which consist mainly of lots of shrieking, jumping, flapping pretend wings, and an ungainly chicken dance performed in footie pajamas and barn boots… You had better believe those chickens went running for their coop!!!