They're here!

Our ten little chickens have arrived.  We were planning on 10 pullets and 1 cockerel, all silver laced wyndottes.  That's not exactly how it turned out.  The lady we bought our little flock from had some serious raccoon problems last week, so we took what was left.  We have 6 silver laced wyndotte pullets, 3 golden laced wyndotte pullets and 1 silver laced wyndotte cockerel.

We loaded them into the pig's old kennel in that back of the pickup.  They road well, piled up on top of each other in the back corner all the way from Ionia.

I don't think we will be naming all of the girls, but our little dude has been dubbed "Ron," because we are Harry Potter fans.  Harry was too obvious, but Ron was just right.  Keith insists that his middle name will be Mohawk.  So, Ron M. Weasley!  He's smaller than all the clucks in his harem, but I guess he'll grow into them.

The coop was reinforced today after I read on line last night all about evil, murderous raccoons.  We are obviously not finished with everything, but it is secure and dry, as we found out in the storm that caught us unaware this evening.  We were trying to get the chickens in before the storm hit hard, but they had not been in the coop yet and would not go in!  We finally corralled them all, and Keith and I had to take cover with them.  Everyone stayed dry and happy.

Mom and Dad enjoyed riding the golf cart out to the chicken coop this evening to watch all the action.  Amazing how enthralling all that scratching and pecking can be.  So, the flock is in to roost and everyone in our coop is in bed.  Looking forward to getting up and visiting our chickies in the morning.