A more timid lot I would be hard pressed to find.
The new squire on his first day in the new yard with 6 new young girls stood around with a pleased expression on his beak, but when it came to moving them to safer surroundings he appeared to have better things to do. It was a little difficult to make out what those things were, but they appeared to consist primarily of lounging, preening and admiring the view.
By nightfall, I checked the coop and found him sound asleep in the center of the main perch with 3 hens nearby, and 3 hens missing.
This is a new record in my memory of avian negligence. I promised him that there would be a chicken yard set up to counterbalance the flaws in his custodial talents by tomorrow noon and went about the yard hunting for favorite alternate roosting sites.
I found the outsider [there is always one, and she is generally my favorite because I know just how she feels…] under the porch, not such a brilliant choice because it is also a favorite of the raccoons. [ your teenage girl wanders into a biker's bar…..]
The other two were 1/2 way up a ladder. Sound asleep. Complaints were registered and discussed once they were put safely inside, and since then all has been well.
I found a nice chicken gazebo that the previous tenants didn't care for, they saw it as more of a cage than a spa, but these poor girls having come from Agway view it more favorably.
There isn't much doubt in my mind that I'm going to be up against another problem that makes life for the slave class here less than ideal, I will tell them what I tell myself, that winter isn't personal.
Just like they let me know that their withholding eggs is not personal.
The new squire on his first day in the new yard with 6 new young girls stood around with a pleased expression on his beak, but when it came to moving them to safer surroundings he appeared to have better things to do. It was a little difficult to make out what those things were, but they appeared to consist primarily of lounging, preening and admiring the view.
By nightfall, I checked the coop and found him sound asleep in the center of the main perch with 3 hens nearby, and 3 hens missing.
This is a new record in my memory of avian negligence. I promised him that there would be a chicken yard set up to counterbalance the flaws in his custodial talents by tomorrow noon and went about the yard hunting for favorite alternate roosting sites.
I found the outsider [there is always one, and she is generally my favorite because I know just how she feels…] under the porch, not such a brilliant choice because it is also a favorite of the raccoons. [ your teenage girl wanders into a biker's bar…..]
The other two were 1/2 way up a ladder. Sound asleep. Complaints were registered and discussed once they were put safely inside, and since then all has been well.
I found a nice chicken gazebo that the previous tenants didn't care for, they saw it as more of a cage than a spa, but these poor girls having come from Agway view it more favorably.
There isn't much doubt in my mind that I'm going to be up against another problem that makes life for the slave class here less than ideal, I will tell them what I tell myself, that winter isn't personal.
Just like they let me know that their withholding eggs is not personal.
