A friendly acquaintance needed to find their chickens a more rustic home, so we offered to take them since we were wanting to try chickens over ducks this year. Pictures hopefully this weekend, my husband is working out the final roaming/run area for them. Right now they are parked in our front yard and getting stirred up by a very silly little big girl.
Speaking of, I might call her Ram Tamer, since that is what she’s done. Our rams now will stand still for petting due to her valiant and persistent efforts at feeding them by hand. They are “right” kind of tame, not the kind of tame where you can get head butted (which usually is from roughhousing with lambs too often).