My family recently sold our little backyard farm.
It sold in two weeks and we haven't found a new backyard farm YET, we had to move into an apartment.
Since most apartment complexes frown upon raising chickens on the balcony, we had to find foster parents with the rights to adopt the girls.
My friend Nora took on the job, and I couldn't be happier. She has a great yard, adorable sweet children, and she is close by for when I need to go and see the girls.
Funny story, her husband James was NOT happy with the plan Nora and I concocted, that is why we told him it was merely a foster program. After about two weeks, guess who is the biggest fan of the chickens? James!
I'm really really really missing the girls, and even more than that, I miss the eggs. Over the past four years I have turned into an egg snob. Here is a little video of the process of moving the ladies.