The chicks we got on the 4th of May left the brooder in the garage . . .
. . . and went to live in their new chicken tractor home yesterday.
They had their first encounter with real, live, green grass. And I think were a little perplexed at first. But a couple of hours later, all seemed to be well. There are provisions to lock them up each night safely in their little chicken house (complete with roosts) which is the right hand part of the chicken tractor.
I thought I'd include a picture of our teen-aged goslings, hatched the very end of March. From left to right, that's Will, Curly, Annie and Skidmore. Sad to say, Curly has a severely deformed upper beak. It's twisted far to the left and I've been surprised he can eat and drink in any kind of a normal manner. But he's growing as fast as Will, Skidmore still being a bit of a giant, so he's doing okay. He will be destined for freezer camp this coming fall, because the deformity could be a genetic thing that we don't want to take a chance of passing on.
In the meantime, all four are good buddies and are living a very good life eating and pooping. A lot.
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