|Finishing up our pallet chicken coop|
|Adventuresome Maggie May was the first hen out of the coop|
|Where we got the fishing net|
I screamed at Kahlua to get out!! She was stuck, though. So, I tried to call her to the gate, which I opened. She, though, was afraid by my extreme reaction to her being in the chicken coop, so she refused to come. I finally had to pull her out from between the pallets and the coop after ripping off the net in that area. That's when I noticed the three hens, motionless, lying below the ramp to the entrance of the coop.
I reached for the third hen, who moved in my hands, and rested her on the entrance to the coop, and she went in on her own.
I couldn't check how badly, if at all, any of them were hurt, but didn't want to scare them any more than they already were. So, I decided to shut the door and leave them to rest while I went out to eat. I was relieved that they had all survived the ordeal, but was worried about all of the feathers that I had seen on the ground.
Mauri began to build them a new, taller fence out of pallets, but I wasn't at all convinced by the new plan. I also wanted to have an enclosure that we could easily enter to be able to interact with the hens, and get to their coop to clean it well.
Luckily, he found her hidden under the coop, so he asked me to go outside and help him nudge her back inside.
The next day, I planned to take him to school again, but changed my mind when he went out to feed the hens, and was bit whinier and clingier than usual. I decided to keep him home, just in case. He didn't have a fever, though, and ended up being fine all day. Unfortunately, our recent summer-like weather decided to take the day off. It became windy and rained a little, so there wasn't much that I could do with Eric at home. We ended up watching the two Cars movies several times while playing with cars and legos. I even got him to help me to start working on his falla ninot for the school falla which I plan to later use for a pull-string piñata for his Cars-themed birthday party. That is, of course, if he is still in love with Cars by then.
|The infrastructure of our falla ninot: Lightning McQueen, of course|
I was pretty sure that he didn't have the chicken pox, but decided I wasn't going to waste my morning at the med center to have someone else tell me the same thing. Eric was fine, but I also decided that I would avoid any possible problems at school by not bringing him there.
I tried to tell him that one of the biggest reasons that we decided to get hens in the first place was because we wanted to have control over what they ate so that, in turn, we had more control over the eggs we ate.