In our second year of this chicken thing, I feel like we have much of it down. Not perfect, but feeling pretty competent.
New this year, however, is the merging of the flocks. We need to introduce the new chickens, who have been residing in the house, to the old chickens, who have staked the entire farm out as their domain.
We’ve been letting them all share the outdoors off and on during the day. Mostly the older girls act like high school seniors, who are clearly way too cool to talk to the freshman. But every now and then, they seem to share the same space.
I’m admittedly nervous about their first night in the coop together, and am contemplating ridiculous thoughts, like running a baby monitor out there, so I can intercede if there are any scuffles.
Is that weird? Someone please tell me that’s not weird.