Anyway, back to the chickens. My husband worked with a lady that had 12 pet chickens. They were moving couldn't take the chickens with them. She wanted to make sure that not just anybody took them because she feared someone might eat them. They were pets and all had cute names and cooed. My mother promised that she wouldn't eat them...unless they pissed her off. I left that part out when I told the lady I would take them. But, that's another blog.
Well, after my husband told me of the offer I turned around and asked my mom if she wanted them. Of course it was a yes and when can you bring them.
My Traverse was only about 3 months old at the time and my husband wasn't to happy when he found out I wanted to put chickens in it. But, he had no room to argue with me because he was the one that told me about the chickens in the first place. He figured out a way to make the best out of a stinky situation.
I wonder what truck drivers thought as I sped by doing 80 MPH with chickens in a family car. Common right?
It was a nice summer day and I coordinated the whole move and headed north. My husband put our dog kennel together and wrapped it entirely in plastic. It barely fit with the seats down. My son had to ride in the front with me and just shook his head, put on head phones and stuck his face in his tablet. I didn't waste any time booking out of town to get my riders delivered. With the exception of few feathers flying around the newbies arrived safely and car was chicken smelling free.
Funny thing though. They were all piled on top of each other the whole ride north. Only when we got the cage out of the car did they realize that they had more room to move around. dorks!
The drop off at the chicken concentration camp was successful. The other inmates seemed to approve. Besides who doesn't like a new
crop of ladies fresh to the community. I think this puts her up to around 40 laying hens now.