The feather-heads gave me my first remedial lesson in the importance of routines. I glanced out to the yard and no one was hanging out in front of the coop.
Cool. They all cooped up for the night and it’s only /just/ sunset. So, instead of my normal wait15 or so minutes after sunset, when it starts to actually get dark, I popped out, told everybody goodnight-see-you-in-the-morning-no-you-can’t-come-out-it’s-bedtime.
Fast forward about 20 minutes, I’m getting comfortable with my evening read. “Good grief, why don’t those guys settle down and go to sleep? And why am I hearing them so clearly and why is it only one voice?”
Yup. One in every crowd. Apparently, someone was lollygagging about the yard and under the coop before lights-out. S/he followed me around to the big door and hopped right in, fussing the whole time about being abused and abandoned and neglected and unloved.
I’m just glad I found the little poophead when I did. Tonight’s low 50’s would not be much fun if you’re all by your onesie.
Note to self: wait 15 minutes.
Cool. They all cooped up for the night and it’s only /just/ sunset. So, instead of my normal wait15 or so minutes after sunset, when it starts to actually get dark, I popped out, told everybody goodnight-see-you-in-the-morning-no-you-can’t-come-out-it’s-bedtime.
Fast forward about 20 minutes, I’m getting comfortable with my evening read. “Good grief, why don’t those guys settle down and go to sleep? And why am I hearing them so clearly and why is it only one voice?”
Yup. One in every crowd. Apparently, someone was lollygagging about the yard and under the coop before lights-out. S/he followed me around to the big door and hopped right in, fussing the whole time about being abused and abandoned and neglected and unloved.
I’m just glad I found the little poophead when I did. Tonight’s low 50’s would not be much fun if you’re all by your onesie.
Note to self: wait 15 minutes.