So my 16 pullets are very good about recognizing the coop as their "safe nighttime place," but they can't seen to grasp the concept of roosting on the lovely roosts, and not the top of the feeder, the waterer, etc. Each night, I go out, scoop them up, and place them on the roost. The next night, I go out to find them roosting in strange places, or huddled on the floor in the front corner. This has been going on for a week or more.
Finally, tonight, I decided they needed to learn to find the roosts on their own. I kicked them out of the corner, and shooed them toward the roosts. A few jumped up and settled in quickly, but the rest kept trying to get back to their corner, and were just frantic when I wouldn't let them go. As everyone was running around clucking wildly, Matilda flew STRAIGHT UP in the air, grabbed my t-shirt at waist-height, and proceeded to climb up my side, around my arm, and settle on my shoulder. I walked quietly over to the roost, bent down so my shoulder was at roost height, and she... hopped up on my head.
I'm not sure I signed up for all this when I got chickens.... But it sure is entertaining. Of course, I have 12 feet of roost space, and all 16 birds are currently occupying 2 1/2 feet.
Finally, tonight, I decided they needed to learn to find the roosts on their own. I kicked them out of the corner, and shooed them toward the roosts. A few jumped up and settled in quickly, but the rest kept trying to get back to their corner, and were just frantic when I wouldn't let them go. As everyone was running around clucking wildly, Matilda flew STRAIGHT UP in the air, grabbed my t-shirt at waist-height, and proceeded to climb up my side, around my arm, and settle on my shoulder. I walked quietly over to the roost, bent down so my shoulder was at roost height, and she... hopped up on my head.
I'm not sure I signed up for all this when I got chickens.... But it sure is entertaining. Of course, I have 12 feet of roost space, and all 16 birds are currently occupying 2 1/2 feet.