Pullets won't go into hen house at night

[aart]

and call out "All chickens go to bed!", all 4 chickens just hop on into the coop.

 

[black_cat]

I had the same issue, and I just thought MY HEN IS A JERK.

So maybe I should have seen some contrariness coming when we named her Ruth Bader Hensburg. But seriously. We have 4 young pullets, raised from just a few days old. We built a shiny new coop and kept them in it for little less than 2 weeks. Now they free range during the day in our back yard, and they come waddling over when I come outside, hopeful that I have some lettuce or grapes to toss them. And then around sunset, I go to the coop and call, "All chickens go to bed!" And they hop into the coop. Easy peasy, right? Wrong.
Ruth Bader Hensburg is all: "YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIIIIIIIVE" and she runs around the yard in a crazed fashion. She's so fast! And so determined not to be caught!
We wait until nightfall, when she has found the highest possible branch of our fig tree, and then climb a step ladder to retrieve her, flapping and squawking and scratching and protesting with all her might.
I know the girls love the fig tree--they hang out in it all day during this awful, muggy heat. And I just have to believe that eventually Ruth will get the idea, and come in with her sisters.

I just have to interject that I have Ruth Bader Chicksburg, a red sex link named for the white feathers around her neck