We had a different kind of noisy hen today. I was changing Gemzilla's water and trying to keep her from eating me alive while doing it, when her little one slipped out through the one little hole big enough for him/her to fit. Suddenly alone and on "the outside" was curious enough, until Mama realized junior was gone - then all Hades broke loose! We tried to corner the baby on the porch - nuthin' doin'! S/he slipped between the railings and off the porch (3 feet high!) into the garden ... you know .. the garden that borders up on the slatted underside of a 100 year old front porch? Yeah, that kind. We ended up putting Gemzilla under an overturned milk crate that I use to integrate chicks into the larger coop. It's got a little doorway cut into each side, big enough for babies to get in to hide, but not adults. It worked to call the little one out from under the porch, but I thought Gemz was going to hang herself trying to get out of those tiny doorlets. What a misfired rodeo! And the worst part is, judging by the look I got when everyone was settled again, it was all MY fault. I'm almost afraid to put my hand back in the hutch!
dead! Here’s some better pictures lol
