Ava, on the job
It’s hard to see in the picture, but up until Sunday this was the arrangement in the garage. Pig pen to the front, pullet pen to the back. But the pullets didn’t actually stay in their pen. They were everywhere – all over the garage, in the pig pen, and outside when we’d open the garage door.
The first time we let them venture outdoors a few of them hid out somewhere when we rounded them up for the night. The next day I was walking by the kitchen window and noticed them hanging out on the deck behind the garage.
And also hanging out back there? Ava. And she was worrying about those chickens. She didn’t chase them, which is good. She was just sort of pacing around, keeping an eye on them, keeping them in place. And possibly hyperventilating. If she could talk she would have said, “Ohmygosh, I know these chickens aren’t supposed to be here but the garage doors are all closed and I can’t herd them back to their rightful places and I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THEM!”
We moved the pullets out to the coop on Sunday, so the pigs have the place to themselves for a couple of weeks. They have to be out before the first batch of broiler chicks arrives – there’s not room enough for the pig brooder and the full size chick brooder. Haven’t yet figured out where the pigs are going…
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