(Sun Aug 11th - Day 115 continued)
Getting everyone in for the night in the coop outside was uneventful except that nobody wanted to go into the coop and stay there. I resorted to locking the front door and putting them in via the SnapLock's roof one by one. I made the mistake of leaving the two most skittish hens for last. Cue scenes from Rocky trying to catch chickens, as well as Karen screaming bloody murder when she realized her flock was gone.

I am now more afraid of my hens screaming bloody murder than I am of my roo waking people up in the morning.
(Mon Aug 12th - Day 116)
Everyone came out of the coop when I popped the door around 8AM. Checked all the nesting boxes and there were no eggs to be found, so the wait continues.
I decided to leave a small dog bowl full of crushed egg shells out there when I left them some carrots right before dinner. They made a mess of things in under 15 minutes.
Tonight I wanted to try lighting the inside of the chip on goes off making it more attractive. I've got all the bearing boxes and round panels cracked open for extra airflow, so I just wedged a headlamp in there.
Seemed to do it's job, but I only had one taker who jumped in on her own. I stuck half the flock in through the front door, but one of them kept wanting to walk back out, so I resorted to locking the door and dropping the last 5 in via the roof. Today, I put Carrie and Karen in first. Wasn't making that mistake again!
I never wanted a roo, but I have to say I've been getting a deep appreciation for Aquilo. He never dives in first for treats, making his soft little clicking noises to let the girls know treats have arrived. Tonight he caught me completely by surprise and decided he was going to do his best impression of a falcon by jumping onto my forearm.
It definitely wasn't an act of aggression, I think he just figured that would give him an ever so slightly better vantage point. I half expected to emerge with a bloody forearm when I got back in the light. He was surprisingly gentle. I could certainly feel his claws on my skin and since he caught me completely by surprise, I didn't make the most stable perch, but I have only the most superficial scratches on my arm and no cuts or gouges, per se. Going to make sure I clean my arm very well, just in case, but an interesting encounter for sure.
Same pic, with adjusted exposure: