Rules for The Coop that the books don't tell you. My experience as a newbie.

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Mine like to think they are being sneaky while I am at the picnic table. I just need a little peace!
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Mine skip the sneaky and go straight to crazy as soon as they see me. The fly at me and try and land on me. If I have anything in my hand, it's a goner.
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I learned this morning that my girls can get through the cattle fence to get into the pasture behind their coop BUT they cannot get through it to come back home. Who knew those holes only work one way. Sheesh. She lost her composure for a few minutes. Maybe I should have helped but all I could do was stare in awe. :pop
 
Luckily mine don't bother jewelry or toes. The chicks occasionally check out my orange piggies paint job, but never when walking about, only when I'm out in the lawn chair and they stop moving. The ROOSTER is a different story.

* NEVER TURN YOUR BACK ON THE ROOSTER! The rooster will have favorites. No one tells you this. Our rooster, as sweet as he is doesn't bother my husband or teenager. Oh no. ME? HE HATES my ankles. He treats them like they aren't even a part of my leg. He stares them down, and tries to make a flying leap.

*Egg songs don't always mean there's an egg, anywhere in your coop, your yard, or even on YOUR property. It simply means that somewhere on planet earth ( and I'm limiting that) some chicken, is laying an egg. Sometimes I think they just snap some little spring in their head and get stuck with their needle in a groove. Egg song can go on for a REALLY long time. It doesn't mean there's an egg, it just means they're crazy.

*Chickens are curious and wander everywhere. If you don't want poop everywhere, make sure you shut the doors to the workshop and barn bathroom.

*chickens on a night vision camera look possessed.

* not all chickens make the same bok bok noise. Some whistle, some hoot, honk, cluck, or bark. Yup, they're weird.
 
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