If I'm going crazy, it's a group thing! Makes me feel better. The first night I put out the girls, made sure everything was locked up tight, then worried they'd be afraid, or there wouldn't be enough fresh air, or something would scare them into shock. Didn't actually go into the coop, but every other hour I'd sneak out with the flashlight and put my ear to the wall, listen for, oh, abnormal stress sounds. Puzzled my poor dogs whom know how I grumble if they need to go outside in the middle of the night. In less than a month, can as of today prOudly share that they now climb UP the ramp tO roost at night.
