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I converted the chicken run to the Quail Lodgings. Bag End. The chickens have full run of the backyard right now. Anyway it looks a bit barren on the inside. They have all the necessary essentials but I noticed you use fake Christmas trees in your aviary? I have an old fake tree that I am thinking of getting rid of anyway but the fake pine needles fall out (hence me wanting to get rid of it)? Do you have that problem with your fake trees? I am just worried the quail will eat it - mistaking it for grass. Every year when I put the tree up I have to sweep under it for the fake pine needles falling out. It will probably end up in the run. At the moment there’s only 4 quail (Frodo, Bilbo, Merry and Pippin) in there. Haven’t worked out if they are boys/girls - they aren’t feather sexable. I have another dozen in the incubator. Hoping to keep about 10-15 in there depending on the roo/hen ratios.View attachment 2814876
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That's lovely! Dig the sign. I know this is a late replay, just wanted to share that I've tried real branches (got leg mites

As to roo/hen ratio, you sort of figure that out on the fly. Note that you always need to rehome or kill extra roosters, that's just part of keeping the peace.
I hope your setup is working out for you so far!
Thank you! I got the houses at a local pet supplier, but I'm sure you could get them anywhere that caters to rabbits/guinea pigs. Mentioned further up this comment, you can also make your own out of any old wicker basket as long as it's clean.This has been a super interesting thread, thanks for sharing everything! Those are super sweet cane houses you have in there, where did you get them?
Did you have any luck with your hen with the injured wing?
And how are the plants faring? I'm about to plant out my aviary and would love to know what you'd suggest now that you've lived through a few varieties!
My injured girl made a good recovery, lived another year and then some with a slightly droopy but not overtly painful wing, then died suddenly of a head injury following a mass-panic. Had a strange dog in the yard—never seen the quail so afraid. Lots of minor boinks, but she flew headfirst into one of the uprights and didn't bounce back.
As it stands, I'm down to 9 little hens—with luck, Babs will be 4 years old in May and the rest turn 3 not long after. Snow's finally here. It's 25 degrees Fahrenheit out now, dips into the low teens at night. But as long as they have the wind blocked at their level and can stay dry, they do alright.
They're confined in the roofed "Little Old Side" for now (since they kept choosing to sleep under the grasses even if it got them wet). Here they sleep in pairs at night or alone tucked into the straw, usually in the corners. Going with deep straw over their old bark. Windbreak four feet up on all sides, lots of little spots to hide and shelter.