Saturday evening the girls moved into their new digs at Dragonwood Farm. They moved from their small rural convent to a larger commune that includes roosters and a variety of other ladies from different backgrounds. Dragonwood bustles with chickens and chicken action. Chatty, hopping birds and roosters eyeballing everyone in the vicinity. It's a big change. Sort of like us moving from the country to Tokyo, I guess.
I stopped in to say hello on Sunday evening, and the girls looked good. I like to imagine they recognized my clucking (they did seem to perk up a bit and look about), but I don't know. I think they're making friends, learning the lay of the land, and holding their own with the roosters. I know they'll be happy at Dragonwood - free-ranging for bugs and greens and digging in the compost as usual - which is why we chose that for their new home. It makes it no less easy though, and I still find myself at sunset thinking I'd better go out and close up the coop.