So, in addition to having the bedding kicked out of my nests and all the general restlessness, confusion, and pecking-order jostling that accompanies having 7 POL pullets in the flock (along with some crabby molters among the senior hens), I've been having escapes.
It always seems to happen the same way -- if I've got a bird outside the fence (frantically pacing the perimeter because she desperately wants to get in and can't figure out how), it's a POL pullet.
Yesterday I got home from work to find one of them out. I got her caught, started to make dinner, went to toss some scraps into the run and found a different one out.
Crazy teenagers!
It always seems to happen the same way -- if I've got a bird outside the fence (frantically pacing the perimeter because she desperately wants to get in and can't figure out how), it's a POL pullet.
Yesterday I got home from work to find one of them out. I got her caught, started to make dinner, went to toss some scraps into the run and found a different one out.
Crazy teenagers!