*bloody cats on the keyboard*
Anyway, they seemed happy enough to relax in my arms a while before I let them free-range whilst I worked in the garden,Ibuilt them a new coop from a load of scrap wood I collected, and they seemingly spend the day enjoying the sun but generally huddled up under some bushes. As I was finishing up their new home the sky went a bit apocalypticand I thought now seemed a good time to get them out of the rain and to show them their new home.
All hell broke loose.
I never seen chickens run so ****** fast in my life, they screamed bloody murder, I got attacked twice and bashed my knee in trying to get one out from under the house. Ultimately I had to be a little rough with them to actually collect them which did me no favours at all, even the silkies seemed agitated at me, but ultimately I got them all inside. You may wonder why I didn't just leave them out, but although my garden has been secured after the incident with my old batch, I still don't like the idea of leaving them out when I'm not about. But now I feel awful, I want these girls to have a better life than they did before I got them and now I think they are gonna see my ugly mug and be petrified.
Any idea on how to help me regain their trust and any clues as to why they all suddenly went a bit loopy? I was using power tools and a saw fairly close to them, would that be it?
Thanks