Yup. We got more chickens.
Meet the girls. Eleven Leghorn pullets. (That's teenage chickens to the layman.)
This is Hank. He is not a purebred Leghorn; he may not even be a Leghorn at all. The transaction went like this:
Sweet Little Old Lady From Whom We Got the Chickens: Would you like a rooster, too?
Me: Sure. Is he a Leghorn?
SSLOLFWWGTC: No, he's a rooster.
Me: Oh. What breed?
SSLOLFWWGTC: Oh, he's a good old guy.
Me: How old is he?
SSLOLFWWGTC: Just a year.
I quit asking questions after that.
Does his breed look familiar to anyone? I suspect that he is a mutt.
I can't even begin to tell you how ridiculously proud of myself I am for building this nesting box/table this morning. The bottom part enclosed in white is where our new kittens will live when we get them in a week or so.
Check out the contents of the nesting boxes. Booyah!
I even installed this perch made from an old ladder.
You may commence basking in my awesomeness.