They’re in.

Nine trips to the new pen and the chickens are in. They immediately took a dirtbath for half an hour then staged a getaway.  Adjustments to the landing mat and they are once more secure. Running water to keep things cool. Pretty Boy is exhausted from the high anxiety. He got in the pen and the buffingtons got ready to protect the territory.   I think he’s got the message. Noontime and not too hot. Fiesta decided to close to paint the restaurant so it’s off to Denny’s for the party. I got pictures of the penbuilders, the chip chicks and can’t figure out what I’m doing. Oh well.

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