Last week when Erin was in town Paul coerced our thirty four year old (with the bribe of free kefir and eggs) in exchange for helping move our laying hens to a new pasture. Being a Jersey girl, Tristan had to show his 'E' the ways of farming and that gathering the chickens to their coop isn't as easy as it looks.
In order to make the transition from one pasture to another work all the chickens have to be moved in unison before they reach their new stomping grounds. They aren't the most adaptable to change because it typically takes a few days for them to beginning laying eggs again. Sometimes we think they resent the move and are holding out on us. But when you want farm fresh eggs you do what you have to do : )
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