Flip, change, move, swap.

I've set up a breeding trio of Silver Laced Wyandottes.

I find myself constantly planning and moving and organising my animals.  I thought I'd have a perfect system after a while.  But we've lived out here on the land for more than a year now and it's still in a state of flux. 

But I think it's always going to be like that. 

Animals grow.

They eat all the grass in a pen or run or paddock.

You want them to have babies.

Or you don't want them to have babies.

They start to crow.

Or they start to lay eggs.

A breeding group of Light Sussex.

Every now and then I eat some, I sell some or (heaven forbid and don't tell my husband!) I buy some.

Time for a bigger cage.  Nine babies and Mummy Bunny just don't fit in the nest box anymore.

I am becoming more observant, more flexible and creative in using my animals in different ways.

These chooks are penned in an area I want to be a garden.  Why should I dig up all the kikuyu grass when they'll do it for me?  (And they'll enjoy the process a whole heap more!)

One day maybe I will have the perfect set of systems.  I hope not - that might get boring.