-Will they get cold and die?
-Will they get eaten and die?
-Will they not discover they can move down the ramp, to the food and water, and starve and die?
And even more importantly, as we were gone for Mother's Day Weekend on their first venture into the Great Unknown, without any surveillance, (except for a visit from Tam, thank you!) we were obviously worried. As George and I left to visit Leigh's mom and go to a nearby baseball game, we silently pondered about how there was the possibility that we might come home to an empty chicken tractor. After all, what with the naming of them, we have grown quite attatched to the chicks.
I'm not sure if this has been brought up already, but all the chicks have finally been named. There is Scout, the very first one to be named, whom I named after the character in To Kill a Mockingbird, because she is very brave. Kelly has named one of them Kind, because it always looks like it is smiling. Another has been named Happy Tamara, after the wonderful help Tam and Lee have given us in building the chicken tractor. Yet another has been named Dot, due to it's markings. They are all dotted, but this one more than the others.
But when we came home, all the chicken's were safely huddled together up in the top level of the coop... so we know that they learned to walk the ramp, weren't cold because they had each other to cuddle with, were not eaten, and most importantly... did not die. So all's well that ends well... although I would hardly call it the end. No... this is the beginning. "The beginning of a beautiful friendship."
-Rahne
