We piled all 22 hens into the back of the car. They woke up in their familiar coop. Later that day a crew helped us set up the chicken run and they were back to their dust baths and scratching in no time. No break in egg production!!!
Poor Copper had free rein roam the quarter acre a couple of nights on his own, clearing the garden greens left behind. He was our very last load and our farewell to Portland Street!