Little Chickens in a Big Land

I should have posted this yesterday, but I forgot to. Yesterday, I removed the fence around the bantams, partly because I felt they could be finally trusted to go home on there own every night, and partly because they needed food (My animals aren't 'fed', but rather forage all of there own food. This is good, too, because they can tell what they need to eat, and how much they need, rather than having it dictated to them.) Speaking of which, the longer I have these chickens, the more I realize how smart they are. For example, there favourite food is honey-type clover. They have been able to identify it from quite some distance. They also clean up the wastes of other creathers, too. Like bits of undigested grain in patties, or spill corn where the turkeys once were. In about an hour, the chickens are too stuffed to eat another morsel, so they go find something else to do, like lay an egg, or annoy the heifer etc... The ducks, judging from there poo and there behavior, seem to get more of there food from seiving mud than anything else.

Martha enjoying her sudden freedom

Of course, like most things, freedom has it's costs. And the cost was...

Isn't that pretty? The lowest living branches on that tree are approx. 4.5ft high. I cut all branches on all trees that were lower than this. I had to do that to prevent the now-free chickens from climbing up and roosting in them (Like they did once before).