|Joe's chicken tractor|
|All Nice and Warm in their New Home|
|See the sleeping babies on the left? They don't care where they flop.|
Because we live in a parsonage, and therefore cannot consider the property exactly ours, the chickens can't range completely free. Probably those worshippers coming to church in their fancy church duds don't want to step in chicken pucky. Last year Joe ran an electric fencing wire about four inches from the ground around the area where we wanted the chickens to stay.
It's nice to be able to do a little bit to provide for own own sustenance.