Since I haven’t yet built the “bedroom” onto the chicken tractor, every day the chickens have to commute via cat carrier. Martha and Ethel, the Buff Orpingtons, are the most passive in hand. As soon as I scoop them up, they turn into fluffy footballs.
Harriet (the Rhode Island Red) and Dolly (the Black Star) protest this treatment more strongly, and require two hands.
Technically, it’s a small dog carrier. (I have big cats.)
It’s a big flapping deal to get them into the carrier, but they are happy to hop right out.
I just wanna say, I *love* your blog- which I came across for the first time a few weeks ago. I enjoy the sims saga, I loved the noro rant. And videos of chickens. What could be better than videos of chickens? Oh, and the knitting stuff is nice too. Cheers.
I just read the memoir on an iPhone that you tweeted about — it is set in Minneapolis! Cabooze is a bar near the U of MN (I haven’t been there for 30 years, didn’t know it had become a biker bar), Sex World is a real place at that actual address (Younger Son just told me about the only bike shop downtown, which is in the back of a coffee shop next door to SW).
Heh – I call my turkeys footballs too. I heft them under my arm and carry them around as if they were 15 pound footballs!
I always figured Dolly would be difficult! She always looked ‘flighty’
I’d heard that Orps have a good disposition – nice to see this confirmed! Our dozen chicks will be here in a couple of weeks. And I think their color will go nicely with our Rhode Island reds!
I must agree with Charlotte too, I *love* your blog. The puppies, the chickens, the knitting and of course the Sims!!