Two and a half hours today. Dry, warmish with a less dramatic sundown temperature drop.
Henry came to the gate under his own volition again; not exactly perky but eager to get out of the run. He even ate a few grams of feed with the hens before heading towards the gate to the field. They charge up the extended run towards the geese pen and head back to the field gate and hang around there until I open it.
Sylph and Dad Henry.
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As you can see, when mentally and physically stimulated his tail rises, he's less hunched up and involved with his hens. He does still go to roost earlier then the hens which one doesn't want with free rangers, but at the field with me picking up the slack the hens are reasonably safe. A fox did cross the bottom of the field while the hens were out, we all saw it and once the fox had gone from sight, the hens headed back towards the coop as a group; that's Fret's doing and I have no idea how they all understand that when Henry goes to roost, Fret is their point of reference.
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I had another feel of the two lumps and they haven't grown any bigger. I took him, and the hens a tin of mackerel this afternoon. Henry ate around 50 grams of it once I broke the fish up into small pieces.
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