Over the last weekend, my brother and I set up the tent in the chicken yard. Cricket, one of our barred rocks, was very interested in the tent. We let her in once and she left us a lovely, err, gift. Right on the floor. Right where my sleeping bag was going to be for the night. So I cleaned it up and we gave her the boot. At first, everything was okay. She went out into the wooded part of the run to scratch for a little while.
After relaxing in the tent some time, I took the camera out and I was taking pictures of the girls doing their thing when I spotted what appeared to be 86. a hen on a mission
Yes, Cricket definitely knew where she was going.
So I followed her back toward the tent, where she spent some time peering longingly inside. Thus began our (second) adventure into 17. camping with chickens
"C'mon, guys, it was just one time! I won't do it again!"
We gave in at long last and gave her a second chance.
"Now, let's get this party started!"
She invited her friends, but none were brave enough to enter.
"C'mon, Skua, what are you, chicken?!"
All was well until... 73. EVIDENCE!
So Cricket was once again booted and the door to the tent was closed. My brother and I spent some time playing with my camera (but those pictures are too scary to share), at least until we heard a pecking at the door.
"Please? I promise I won't do it again..!"
But my brother and I were tired of cleaning up her gifts. Cricket was forced to sleep in the coop that night instead of in our super-cool tent.
Last night, as the girls were heading to roost, I spotted 78. a strange pairing
on the roosts:
Wynne the Easter-egger and Frankie the silver Sebright--BEST FRIENDS FOREVER.
That wasn't all, though. Diana and Merlin were making their own strange pairing:
"I could just sink right into your beard, Merl..."
Before long, it was 6. chicken bed-time
, where I captured a few snoozing chicken pictures:
"Will you just let us sleep already?!"