I'll wear some goggle when I take their feathers off. There is some spray involved.

I have to lift the cornish X into their pen at night as they are getting big enough to not be able to negotiate the ramp going up. All the laying hens are making it in and out every evening. We were out late last night and the cornish X had all piled into a Rubbermaid tote I had cut a hole in for just such an occassion.

I'll put out a second tote tonight so that nobody gets smothered, and I may just make them stay out for the next few weeks. They were pretty toasty in there, so unless we have a forecast that says it will freeze, they're going to stay out of the coop. They crap a metric buttload and they are much smellier than the laying hens.

Taking a lunch break, and then I'll get back to installing the electric fence.
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