The critters grew rapidly. It was time to find a place for them to live that was meant for birds, not people. Just across our property line was an old abandoned chicken house. Jim was able to contact the absentee owner, and got permission for us to use the old building. "Good luck," said the owner. "We gave up trying to raise anything out there. Sooner or later they all got eaten by....well..by something!"
We decided to give it a try. We cleaned out most of the debris stored in the shed, and moved our little feathered family into their new digs. The chickens loved the fresh straw. I laughed out loud to see them literally run from one corner to another, scratching and pecking at everything in sight. The guineas, the world's most skitterish fowl, screeched and flew around and acted crazy. I reveled in all of it! The Divine Creator certainly came up with a doozie when the guinea was conceived. The ducks, LeQuack and BaRack were less enthusiastic. They seemed to be annoyed at the noise and chatter. The mallards, Rocky and Rosy adapted more qickly, but they were a little smaller, and could get out of the way more easily. As I stood transfixed, I wondered aloud, "What have we gotten ourselves into?"
We had found an acceptable home for the critters. Time would reveal that the "fun" had only just begun!
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