Noah has been bugging us ever since we got here to get chickens, so a couple weeks ago we relented. However the dogs have been chasing them all over and out of the yard, giving us quite the headache. We almost told Noah we were going to get rid of the birds. We told him we would work with the dogs to train them not to chase the chickens. In the meantime, one of our neighbor kids, a twelve year old named Geeba-- Renita's father got close to him when he visited-- offered to supervise the building of a chicken fence and coup.
The good news is we are finally at a point where the dogs and chickens are actually free in the yard together without the dogs attacking, but the birds have a place to roost and get out of the rain at night. Can eggs be far behind?
The continuing saga of Bob, Renita, Hannah, and Noah-- four ordinary Americans trying to figure out what Dancin' with the One Whut Brung 'Em means. Currently, it means being servants to the people of Liberia, and being served in return. What does that look like? Pay attention and find out with them!
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