Well, these past few days have been a little nuts, between chimney swifts and family drama with my sick niece. Tonight I go out to my coop to get the canvas chair that sits up against the side, and I notice as soon as I go outside that it's fallen over. Last night it stayed standing through a violent storm. I peek in the window, and no chickens. I call them and don't hear a thing, except for my heart beating loudly. They're not on the floor and they're not on the roost. I open the back door as fast as I can, and that's when I realize they're all under the nest box, which is only 6-8" off the floor with the pine shavings. None of them will come out, not even Ruby, my puppy-like chick. I tried coaxing them and telling them it was okay, that they were safe (I know, I'm dumb, talking to chickens like this) but they were panicked. They were making their little tiny alarm calls. My poor girls! ACK!
Amy
Amy