I'm a complete newbie still and have lots to learn, but the first thing I learned is that time spent watching them is time well spent.
Same here and I was going to post about some of the the things I've observed but had a predator situation yesterday.
Background: I have mixed flock of 7 birds. Four (BO, BB, a Dixie Rainbow and my
good EE Roo, are about 26 weeks old. I also have 3BRs that are about 20 weeks. My property is mostly woods which makes for great foraging, but also an ample supply of predators. I lost one cockerel a couple of months ago – he was the living definition of useless and I’ll bet anything the last thought that went through his tiny little brain was “hey, where’d everybody go,” but that’s a tale for another time.
I’ve been letting the flock range during the day. They stick pretty close to the house since “useless” met his demise. This afternoon I come home from shopping and there’s not a bird to be found. No one in the coop. No one in the run. No one in the woods. No one visible anywhere.
My garage doesn’t yet have any doors, and as sometimes happens when one has a two car garage, but only one car, quite the accumulation of junk. This morning the flock was hanging out in there, so I looked in the garage. I heard rustling and a faint squawk. I found three terrified birds in one corner behind some flower pots. The DR was wedged into a space I would not have thought possible for such an ample bird, I heard more noise and found another two hidden behind some boxes. They were all petrified. I was thankful to find 5 of the 7 and figured I’d lost two, both BRs. After about 10 minutes of unsuccessful attempts to coax the garage birds out of hiding, I went to get some BOSS, and lo and behold, one of the missing BRs was underneath the hemlocks outside of the garage. She made a mad dash back to the run/coop. BOSS in hand, I managed to get the others out of their hiding spots but they did
not want to leave the garage. I didn’t want them taking up residence there so I ended up carrying three back to the coop. The other two hate being handled, to the point that they’d rather take their chances in the yard than have me pick them up. Once they got out of the garage I was able to herd them back to the coop.
All the time that I was in the garage I would swear I could hear another bird but, much as I looked, I couldn’t find it. Just before dark I went out to get some more wood for the stove and as I’m walking towards the wood shed, I hear rustling behind me. There she is! The last of the seven. Yipee!! I have no idea where she was hiding but she hid herself good.
So, everyone is safe and sound, and they’ve proven themselves to be a wily bunch, those BRs especially. They are spooky little buggers. The flock will spend today in their secure run. Not sure I could pry ‘em out of there with a crow bar after yesterday’s adventure. I’d love to know what was after them.
I was going to clean out the garage next weekend, but I might hold off on that a while.