Truth and love
are inextricable intertwined. Separated, they become destructive parodies of
the originals. Without love, truth becomes harsh and deadly to the soul.
Without truth, love becomes sickly and false.
I'm pretty excited about the new roosts. I'm ready for the girls to have a home of their own. I've blocked off the nest boxes for the near future until they learn how to sleep on the roosts. This should prevent them from developing the bad habit of sleeping in a nest box and hence prevent poopy eggs.
First of all, don't worry: That is fresh, never-been-pooped-on sand. Having said that, Trooper is turning into quite the patient and adept chicken trainer.