Well, everybody seems calmer now, after 3 days of the chickens being at chez Blueberry Hills Homestead. I'm not terrified of every little thing anymore. The hens are calmer and realize that I'm the source of food, so they move forward when I approach. That's so nice. The dogs aren't trying to get in to the henhouse every single minute.
I've come home from work early both of the last two days because I had ineradicable visions of white feathers flying all over the porch and Maggie with a big bird in her mouth. That means the dogs and the birds were alone together for about 5-7 hours each day.
On Monday I came home to see the door to the playhouse not quite open. But Maggie had given it her best shot! The hook was unlatched and the top part of the door leaned out. Thank goodness I plopped a concrete block in front of the door at the last moment before I left Monday morning.
Think I can frame this egg like stores frame their first dollar?