Oh my gosh! I can just picture this! Poor Louie Louie! And poor youGood morning BY Bob and friends! I thought I'd share a little about my youngest cockerel. Thankfully I do not have a video or pictures of this!
I started the whole back story about Louie Louie, and then realized I was writing a book here, so I'm cutting to the chase. Earlier in the year, I told you all about losing Lucy, and naming Surly Girl's one chick Lucy Two. Well, early on I realized Lucy Two would have to be renamed Lou C. Tu. We call him Louie Louie for short.
OMG...I am having a hard time making this short. I have already wiped out several paragraphs of back story again!!!
Okay, I'm really cutting to the chase now. After a long series of events, I had to move Louie Louie from the bachelor coop at one end of the chicken runs to the brooder coop at the other end of the runs. So, I was going to have to catch him to do this. But, Louie Louie is a skittish bird, the most skittish I've ever seen, probably because he was doted on as an only chick. After chasing him around the bachelor run, I decided to open the door to the chicken coop enclosure for him to go in. Since he is not usually allowed in there, he went right in, so I closed the doors and went in to catch him. After flying from one end to the other of the enclosure several times, scaring the little chicks in the grow out pen, and screaming all the way, he finally found the door to the big coop and in he went. Well, that makes it easy, I thought. Whew!
So, I shut the chicken door, and walked out of the enclosure and around the coop to another door to go in and just scoop him up. Oh no....that was not happening. As soon as I walked in, it was a flurry of flapping wings and flying feathers as he flew around the coop in a dead panic, until he found the little door again and pushed his way back out into the enclosure! I had neglected to latch the chicken door.But, that's not all...I had also left the enclosure open to the big run where the flock was when I was coming around to the other door to the coop.
Okay, net time. Never a good time with my flock. I bought this net and found out the first time I tried to use it that it was a very bad idea. Most of my chickens can be corraled and picked up with a lot less stress than that scary net. But, I have a very scared cockerel flying all over the run now, and trying to grab any hen that gets near him along the way.The entire flock was in a panic when I came in with the dreaded net. Mind you, I never use this net. They seem to instinctually know what it is for, and they know it's nothing good. So, I'm chasing Louie Louie around the two big runs, trying to get him separated from the other chickens and everyone is making such a ruckus that it drew DH out. He walks over to the door between the runs, where I want Louie Louie to go, and says, "what if I just open the door?" He opens the door and Louie Louie runs through.
I'm wondering why I felt I had to do all that in the afternoon. Why not wait until roosting time?More proof of chemo brain.
Well, on an upside, I was so exhausted that DH cleaned the coops for me.All's well that ends well.
And Louie Louie is so much happier in the new run, which is all I was trying to do.
Your frustration and his fear growing the longer it takes. 
