(I'm juvenile and the name made me laugh, so it stuck!)
First off, I want to thank everyone for coming here and reading even while my life consists almost entirely of chicken coops and hardwood floor prepping. It's a little overwhelming and hasn't left much time for much else, so I appreciate all my blog friends who still come and check in! I'll keep posting if you keep reading!
Second, the weather has finally warmed up and this weekend it's supposed to be absurdly warm for this time of year (65°F? Nutso, but I'll take it!) and we'll hopefully be making some real progress on the coop. We worked on it today, even -- some more framing and cutting a wall out...
...you know, just getting into the rhythm of coop construction. Watch out, 'cause tomorrow it's on like Donkey Kong... I'm going to go out on a limb and say we'll have a maximum of 2 frustrated cuss-n-walk-offs which will pretty much be a record if we can make it happen. We like to get frustrated around here... I think we've pulled out just as many nails as we've put in. Darn chickens better lay the best eggs ever.
In other poultry-related news, we took the chicks outside on a field trip today, for the first time ever. They're about 5 weeks old now, and I swear they're getting bigger every. single. day. And I mean that in a "holy crap, stop eating so much!" way, not an "aww, let's treasure these babies before they grow up on us" way.
P.S. Rosie started clucking today, and I about keeled over. Their little chick cheeps are one of the things that help me withstand this ugly feathering teenaged stage... what now?