The awkward adolescents spent their first night in the so tight nothing will get into it chicken coop. The coop is near my outside bedroom wall so I kept thinking I was hearing things, like things on the roof of the coop. Glancing at Momo, my Akita as she was snoozing bedside without any “I hear something I’d like to eat.” look on her face confirmed that it was just my overactive imagination.
I brought the nesting boxes fabricated out of wood scraps with me to Garden Girl Farm in Richmond. Once there Cassie’s “minions” as she terms it helped me out with some custom paint jobs. Let me make it clear that when I get half of the word “chore” out of my mouth at home Henry has vanished. With Cassie all I hear is “What can we do now?”