Tonight at lock up I saw that Sarge was not hiding in a nest box and was pleased about this... until I did head count and found him to be missing. I rechecked the dust bath area of the run and he was no where to be seen. He couldn't just up and disappear yet I couldn't find a trace of him.
I had left the run door open for the flock because it was warmer today and sunny and I wanted them to be able to come out. I ran around the chicken bush and all around the coop/run and still couldn't find a trace of him. No feathers. No blood in the snow.
I slowed down and went around the coop/run one more time and noticed that someone had jumped up onto the roof over the dust bath area. No other tracks. Then I looked up onto the roof of the run which is the next step up. No disturbance in the snow. I kept looking as the 2' overhangs of the coop roof provide a large snow free area of the run roof. And there he was! Tucked in on top of the run roof, under the coop roof with the snow blocking my view of him.
I had to pull out a ladder, climb onto the roof, wade through about 6 inches of snow, in the dark to rescue him. He's tucked back safe and sound in the coop.
Funny how fond I've grown of him. He's not a thing like his father. And I realize that's good and bad but he's a very sweet boy and he's nearly 20 weeks old and still as nice as ever.
I had left the run door open for the flock because it was warmer today and sunny and I wanted them to be able to come out. I ran around the chicken bush and all around the coop/run and still couldn't find a trace of him. No feathers. No blood in the snow.
I slowed down and went around the coop/run one more time and noticed that someone had jumped up onto the roof over the dust bath area. No other tracks. Then I looked up onto the roof of the run which is the next step up. No disturbance in the snow. I kept looking as the 2' overhangs of the coop roof provide a large snow free area of the run roof. And there he was! Tucked in on top of the run roof, under the coop roof with the snow blocking my view of him.
I had to pull out a ladder, climb onto the roof, wade through about 6 inches of snow, in the dark to rescue him. He's tucked back safe and sound in the coop.
Funny how fond I've grown of him. He's not a thing like his father. And I realize that's good and bad but he's a very sweet boy and he's nearly 20 weeks old and still as nice as ever.