Some observations from our two-week stay in Maine with three young hens:
They haven't figured how to walk down to the lake and drink, so we keep their water dish full. They happily file into the pet carrier at night to sleep. They "free range" and never go far from the cabin, maybe 25 feet or so. One morning they flew up to the cabin roof and sat there until lunch. They will eat the crumble feed we bought up here, but spend most of the time scratching the ground to get to the bugs under the pine needles and twigs. We sit outside with them in the mornings to watch out for the eagles that hunt the lake. Every day or two I give them one of the sunflower heads I brought back from SC, and they peck through it. They like to hop up and sit on the wooden steps. Sparky watches them like a shepherd.
(Photo: dinnertime around the cabin. That's our friend John and his hefty plate of lobster.)
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