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Morning chickeneering
Thanks to a headache, I woke up late this morning, 8am. I shot out of bed to let the pullets out of the fox-proof roosting box. They have access to food and water in there, so it's not a life-threatening situation, but it's close quarters. They took a minute or two to come down the ramp into the day.
In the meantime, I opened the door for the hens to come out into the yard.
I was closing the henhouse door when I thought maybe the pullets would like to sample it's offerings. So I used puppy play pen panels to make a chute from the door of the little coop to the door of the henhouse.
Courageous Ivy went first. She slowly led the way along the chute, looking all around as she went. Peggy followed along behind.
As they dawdled along, I saw Ivy's tail feathers had been pecked again and were bleeding. Her actual flesh appears to be intact. I blame myself for leaving them in the roosting box til 8. I'll try to get hold of some of that blue stuff today to camouflage her injured feather shafts. As I apply the blue stuff, I'll take a good look at her skin back there. I hope to confirm she's ok back there.
So now they're in the big henhouse, digging through the bedding. I can hear the bedding being flung against the walls of the henhouse. All the distractions in there and all the feeding options I hope will provide Peggy with something to do besides peck at Ivy.
Thanks to a headache, I woke up late this morning, 8am. I shot out of bed to let the pullets out of the fox-proof roosting box. They have access to food and water in there, so it's not a life-threatening situation, but it's close quarters. They took a minute or two to come down the ramp into the day.
In the meantime, I opened the door for the hens to come out into the yard.
I was closing the henhouse door when I thought maybe the pullets would like to sample it's offerings. So I used puppy play pen panels to make a chute from the door of the little coop to the door of the henhouse.
Courageous Ivy went first. She slowly led the way along the chute, looking all around as she went. Peggy followed along behind.
As they dawdled along, I saw Ivy's tail feathers had been pecked again and were bleeding. Her actual flesh appears to be intact. I blame myself for leaving them in the roosting box til 8. I'll try to get hold of some of that blue stuff today to camouflage her injured feather shafts. As I apply the blue stuff, I'll take a good look at her skin back there. I hope to confirm she's ok back there.
So now they're in the big henhouse, digging through the bedding. I can hear the bedding being flung against the walls of the henhouse. All the distractions in there and all the feeding options I hope will provide Peggy with something to do besides peck at Ivy.