Call me a paranoid chicken mom.... Almost every night I go out to the coop and count my chickens to make sure everyone made it back inside the coop. I don't let my chickens free range every day but quite a few of them simply fly over the 4' fence and go maverick on me. Tonight I had an appointment and didn't get home until well after dark. Hubby informed me as soon as I got home that there was a chicken in a tree and needed help getting her. Well, that's odd....my girls have never nested in a tree? I went out side in the dark, cold rain to look for her. Sure enough, it was one of my Blue Andalusians. I grabbed a pole and poked at her so she flew to the ground. After a bit of drama, we managed to corner her in the barn and I carried her back to the coop. I proceeded to do my customary count....
Uh, 2 chickens are missing.
So the search began. We found another one in the barn rafters.... I can't get to her tonight but she should be safe. That left the last one....a Black Australorp. We searched high and low for her. Did I mention that it is pitch black and raining outside??? I spent almost 45 minutes looking for her.... Still can't find her.
I'm praying that she is alright and just hiding somewhere.... Although I am very concerned about why THREE of my girls did not go back in their coop tonight.
Uh, 2 chickens are missing.
So the search began. We found another one in the barn rafters.... I can't get to her tonight but she should be safe. That left the last one....a Black Australorp. We searched high and low for her. Did I mention that it is pitch black and raining outside??? I spent almost 45 minutes looking for her.... Still can't find her. I'm praying that she is alright and just hiding somewhere.... Although I am very concerned about why THREE of my girls did not go back in their coop tonight.
