Today was they day I moved the chicks into the coop! Animal Control gave me the go ahead to move them even though the coop hasn’t technically been inspected yet… because honestly they just aren’t sure when they’ll be able to make it out. Because, you know, they have legitimately more important things to do. So glad they are flexible and reasonable!

I moved the chicks right in their rubbermaid bin so that they had something familiar and small in the big coop. I’ll keep them just in the coop for a while so that they grow accustomed to the space. All the chick lit says if they are in the coop for a while, then it will feel like home, and then when you open them up to the rest of the chicken run, they’ll return back to the coop for roosting at night.

Needless to say, the chicks were TERRIFIED of their new home. They reminded me of a chicken version of 10 month old Julian when I pick him up from daycare and he’s been away from me all day. Julian clings to me like a little monkey refusing to let go. These not-so-little chicks wanted to be just as close to me. It was hilarious. And they pooped on me. I guess weeks of singing, feeding and petting them has paid off. They are sweet and they know and trust me. That’s kind of cool.