On Sunday, Bruce and I drove down to Dorothea's to pick up six of her fine home-grown pullets that she'd offered to me. They are absolutely gorgeous -- young, glossy and very full of themselves.
We settled them in the barn with the attached run to start with. It just seemed too drastic to throw them in the coop right off the bat with our cranky and bedraggled bunch of hens.
We'll give the new girls a week to adjust. I think they'll do fine -- they're exceptionally
calm, sensible young hens.
Dorothea's husband gently teased me about my affection for chickens. I smiled, but am not a bit apologetic about loving my girls. Look at those faces - irresistible!