Anyone have luck catching a feral chicken?? UPDATE: Rooster caught, no hen

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Ok ok.
Well as it happens,
I ACTUALLY AM CATHOLIC ,
Lololol
I am calling on Saint Francis
and (just looked these two up)
Saints Isidore and his wife Maria, of Madrid, the patron saints of farmers, for help!

Your husband will come around on this. First he has to at least act as though he's being the fiscally responsible practicalist.
What he needs to do is get out there and start building an addition on your coop!

As for the drunk neighbor...
Can you see his house from yours or do you need to put on some black leggings and a ski mask and go on a spying expedition?

Do you guys and the drunk comprise your whole neighborhood?
If so, honestly,
I don't know whether to be jealous or scared for you.
 
I'm assuming that little Sasquatch has eluded you again today conniving little boogers aren't they. any sign of a nest nearby she should be laying if she's old enough
If it's feral truly feral most likely it's not roosting in a tree . But hiding in a thicket .Chickens are natural hiders and seem to have a built in ability to find the perfect camouflage to match their color . Be interesting to see how this turns out Good luck .
My little broody hen was invisible when she tried this... My rooster gave her up by checking on her... She's probably in the bushes near a tree trunk.
 
Sasquatch rescue journal entry #75

This morning I heard the mighty call of the male Squatch. It is surprisingly high pitch, not unlike a Bee Gee.

I left food out again. Apparently Sasquatches love grower/starter. One was soon seen nimbly pecking and scratching about. Not sure if it was the rooster or the hen as it was still dark and said Squatch remained partially concealed in brush.

The husband will be home throughout the day, he is already adding on to our coop, as the all-powerful, all-knowing Chicken Math has informed us our current setup will not house all the birds that my heart desires.

One does not simply cut back on the number of chickens they own to appease the Chicken Math.

So we do have a place for them. I can put them with the other bantams after quarantine.

I live in a very rural area on a dead end street. Half of my neighbors being family, and the other half are doomsday preppers. Good people.

We think these may have come from the man with the bantam chickens that my husband texted. Although I don't think he's all that worried about getting them back. If nothing else, I'll just let the Squatches hang out with us at least until they've died of a ripe old age after having had a long and happy life. That's really all I can do for them.

I'll update y'all this evening after I get home from work.
 
Maybe I'll call the hen Schroedinger.

Schroedinger and Mr. Squatch, aka The Squatches.

"Schroedingers chicken" LOLOLOLOL!!!!!!! I'm dying here....waiting with bated breath for updates!
EDIT: and then had a few pages to catch up on, and saw this:

"It is surprisingly high pitch, not unlike a Bee Gee. "

You RULE, uglychick!!!!!!
 
Ok ok.
Well as it happens,
I ACTUALLY AM CATHOLIC ,
Lololol
I am calling on Saint Francis
and (just looked these two up)
Saints Isidore and his wife Maria, of Madrid, the patron saints of farmers, for help!

Your husband will come around on this. First he has to at least act as though he's being the fiscally responsible practicalist.
What he needs to do is get out there and start building an addition on your coop!
St Anthony finds lost things (Another Catholic)
As for the drunk neighbor...
Can you see his house from yours or do you need to put on some black leggings and a ski mask and go on a spying expedition?

Do you guys and the drunk comprise your whole neighborhood?
If so, honestly,
I don't know whether to be jealous or scared for you.
St Anthony finds lost things (Another Catholic)
 
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