The box the chickens are now living in is about 30″ tall. Vince cut three sections of chicken wire and made a wood frame around them and we keep those on top . . just in case the chickens try to escape. Up until yesterday, they had not.
Vince was out of town. I’d already been up half the night before because I hate being by myself at night; had been cooking; had been quilting and was tired and grumpy. Right before bed time, I went to take care of the chickens . . fresh water and more food. When I’m doing that, I just take one section of the “roof” off, leave it on the floor til I’ve given them fresh water and food, sprinkled fresh shavings over the tons of chicken poop on the bottom of the box.
Went into the kitchen area, cleaned their water container, filled it up, took a minute or two, walked back into the garage and lo . . what do my eyes behold? Three chickens have flown the coop! Two are perched on the top edge of the box and one is running around on the floor.
My first thought – go grab the camera; this is a blog moment! Then I thought . . if I take the time to grab the camera, I’m going to have three chickens to catch instead of just one .. so you have no pictures of my misbehaving chickens. I think they all three had intended to land on the top of the box and one had missed his mark and landed on the floor. The two still sitting on the box looked like they didn’t have a clue how they were going to get down from their precarious position. But honestly, I don’t think chickens are too smart so I’m not sure they were thinking that far ahead. I picked them up and sat them back down in the box; put the “roof” back on and went about trying to catch the third one. Not easy! I was real tempted to offer Speck a bedtime snack . . yummm . . chicken! I finally caught the little rascal and back in the box he went.
Today when I went in to get the food container out, I took the “roof” off and one little chick hopped right up on top of the water container and was stretching his neck . . Don’t even think about it! These girls may never reach laying age if this behavior keeps up!
Oh . . the life of a chicken farmer! 🙂