Moving on up.

With our case of moving dementia just now starting to wane we've rolled up our sleeves. High. Way past the elbows, high. We're the new residents of an old farm. We need determination. We need time, focus, and grit.

A few days ago, Big Bad Brad and I began checking items off of our initial list of "Farm Projects".

Project #1: Coop Converting and Rooster Rationing.

We've got roosters, a lot of them. Four in our barn coop. Two in our roaming coop. Yes, we know we need to give some of them away, but it's harder than you'd think to find 3 roosters a good home. In the meantime, we've solved the problem the best way we know how. The solution: Take an abandoned part of the barn that was formerly used as a coop, repair it, and move hens from the rolling coop into the new old coop. Next, take two of the four roosters from "La Maison du Coq", or the already established barn coop, and put them in with the hens in the new old coop. The other two roosters will stay by themselves in the rolling coop in preparation for our new chick arrivals. (note for the French Shy: La Maison du Coq means The House of the Rooster)

CEO of "La Maison du Coq"

The process: Day 1: Remove trash, clean, and fortify new old coop. Day 2: Moving Day. With a small fishing net, a sandwich in our bellies, and a stiff upper lip we approached the rolling coop. The air must have smelled like freedom because once the rolling pen was flipped up the hens kamikazed in every direction but that of their nice new home. After an afternoon (and evening) of chicken chasing all but 1 rooster had been recovered. The next day both the rooster's neck and ours was saved by our speedy friend Clint who had come down for the day to help with a little home brewing. The hens have been laying more eggs since their journey across the yard, and the new roosters seem to be doing well with their new brood. I guess even poultry can smell a promotion. In the meantime, the two rolling coop roosters wait, in their movable home, for Carr's Station Farm Hens: The New Class.

Eggs from the hens the day after they moved into their new home.
Note: one hen produced a dwarf egg. Too much excitement?

I think just like our fowl, Brad and I are really going to take to our new home.