Every morning it is the job of our our ten-year-old Son Elijah (aka "Sidge") to let our approximately 150 chickens out to free-range for the day. He feeds them, gives them water, and let's them off to their bug-eating, grass-scratching, hawk-dodging life.
When dusk come, they'll wander back up the ramp and into their roosting spots for the evening, safe from predators of the night. A grown-up will shut the chicken door and let them sleep sweetly until Sidge returns the next morning bright and early.
Seeing all the chickens fly out for the day never ceases to cause me happiness. I love that our birds have such a great life. It does mean that sometimes we lose one to a hawk, but getting to live outside in the fresh air and sunshine and eat bugs as intended, brings me joy.
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