Yes, finally we got the coop to a point where the chickens could live safely, warmly and dry-ly inside. So Sunday, August 4th, to celebrate the beginning of their ninth week on earth, they spent their first night in the coop. It took a little coaxing to get them out of the run, up the ramp and into the coop but one by one they filtered in and discovered an indoor trove of food, water and fresh pine shavings. I wished them goodnight and shut the door; already missing the small cooing sounds they would soon be making as they nestled in for the night.
I barely slept a wink. All night I could hear dogs barking and laid there imagining wild animals casing the coop. By dawn I rushed outside to find them . . . still sleeping inside. But they awoke quickly and soon came hopping down the ramp to enjoy their run.
During their first full day outside, they made quite a few trips into and out of the coop. At one point Buffy and Goldie were laying at the coop entrance, gazing across the yard from their nice, high perch. Ahh, such happiness to see them enjoying their new home; all that work really paid off.
Come the end of the day, they walked one more time up the ladder and then didn’t come out. It being near dusk, I went out to lock them inside for the night. Peeking my head in the coop door before closing it up, I saw four little heads all sleeping in one laying box, making their sweet cooing night noises. It was unbelievably cute.
So an era ends but just in time as four new fertilized eggs are due to arrive tomorrow!