They started hand-held:
They were little and cute and chirping away in our back porch.
Fluff started disappearing, feet and feathers grew
they learned to how to make friends.
and how to perch.
And then, my dear girls got a real home, not just a cardboard box, brought to you buy mypetchicken.com.
We're calling a chicken condo, rather than coop. And since they're Old Town hens, they'll probably be getting little Tiffany's bracelets for their second birthday. Classy ladies.