A while back I told you that I won a scholarship to the Farm to Cafeteria conference in Detroit. I’m super excited, but going away for three or four days requires some planning. Like finding someone to watch the dog. And the chickens. I’m trying to keep this as simple as possible. One hen in the coop and three in the brooder in the house kicking woodchips everywhere is not the easiest job. However, if they were all in one place, it wouldn’t be a bad job.
In theory, the girls are ready to be sleeping outside. The rule of thumb is that new chicks need to be at ninety-five or a hundred degrees and that the temperature can decrease by five degrees a week until it hits seventy. At almost seven weeks old, we’ve reached that “safety zone”. Their down has been replaced with feathers and they haven’t needed the light in the brooder for a while.
It seems like the stars have aligned. With the convergence of spring weather, the conference and the girls’ seventh week, I decided it was time. We’ve been slowly introducing the girls to Molly and allowing them to range together in the chicken run
Mr. Hippie built for me but I was still worried about putting them together for good.
Hiding in the corner.
Despite my fears, the girls spent their first night in the hen house last night. I had lots of anxious thoughts. Was it too cold? Would Molly be nice to the girls?
The last time I checked the coop temperature it was fifty degrees even though the actual temperature was considerably colder. Seeing the girls huddled up in the corner didn’t make me feel any better though.
When I checked the coop this morning, everyone was alive and well. I opened the hatch and went back out a bit later to see if the little girls had figured out how to get out of the coop and found everyone scratching around the pen:
They made it!