Have Chickens, Will Travel!

We took a four day trip up to the High Sierras last weekend and Chris and I thought nothing about packing up the German Shepherd and the three baby chicks. I mean, isn't that what everyone would have done? Um, turns out that, indeed, NOT everyone would have traveled 600 miles with their baby chickens...who knew?! Though, to be honest, they had a brilliant time alternating between traveling in their box, hanging out on the lap of whoever wasn't driving and perching on the driver's hand on the shifter during the trip.

When our neighbor found out about our "chicken travels" she said, "I always knew you guys were quirky but this takes the cake!" Quirky?! Oh, dear. Then when my brother, who, mind you, has had 28 years to get used to me, was speechless when he found out about our chickens traveling with us I thought, ok, maybe it's not quite as normal as I had assumed **insert sheepish grin here**.

But come on, I didn't want to leave the babies alone for four whole days! And, it's a good thing we didn't. Lela learned the art of escaping the box while we were at the cabin and we walked into the bathroom to find a runaway chicken! Good thing we found her and that Shasta is too old to make it up the stairs on her own. See the many perils that can befall a baby chicken when it is unsupervised?!

Anyway...our toddler chickens traveled brilliantly...way better than the cat did on his last cabin trip. (Oh wait, is it strange to take our cat to the mountains, too?! In our defense...he was also a baby at the time.) They were a teensy bit wobbly on their feet on the windy mountain road but they didn't get car sick and they didn't get altitude sickness which was my big fear.

They just chirped away when we stopped so Chris could take some water pictures...

Stay tuned for those soon!

...and while I snuck in a quick wilderness nap.



They jumped into their new home at the cabin and were happy as clams as we shoveled...



...and ice picked through ten feet of ice and snow.



And, they played happily as I lost a VERY one-sided snow ball fight.



It didn't take Chicken long to assert her dominance over the cabin and all who dwell there...



...to fall asleep after a looooong, adventurous day...



...or for her sisters to figure out who the softie of the group was...



I'd say they are no worse for the wear :)

Wishing you all the happiness and joy that misadventures bring!