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The White Rock Rebellion
The Garden party and Coop Tour was a huge success as far as the Little Rock Boys and Girls were concerned. They particularly liked the Big Girls Coop with lots of roosting space and extra nest boxes. And Chickendad had made a wonderful Christmas Chicken for the outside of their coop.
So they decided to move in. There are eleven Little Rocks, 4 boys and 7 girls, and they threw the Big Girls and the Wyandottes into a tizzy. There is at least 20 feet of roosting space on the Big Girls side of the coop, but only about 8 feet on the Wyandotte sidejust barely enough. So the Little Rocks spread themselves out on the spacious roosts and claimed all of them.
This forced all the Big Girls over to the Wyandotte side where there are 4 humongous Big Boys and 4 semi-humongous Big Girls, plus the 10 Chickie Girls AND Bob the Bald to share the smaller pen and 8 feet of roosting space. The Little White Rocks stretched out comfortably in the big part of the coop, while all the Big Chickens jockeyed for position, teetering back and forth on their skinny legs trying to keep their balance.
When the Chickendads came out to read them a bedtime story, they were amazed to find 11 Little White Rocks staring down 18 Big Chickies. Some of the Little White Rock Girls had even laid eggs in the Big Chickie nests. Barbara thought they were awfully pushy. She strutted up and down and gave those pushy little birds the stink eye for sitting on her roost.
The Chickendads moved all the Little White Rocks back into their own coop and locked them up for the night. The Big Chickie Girls went right back to their proper places and went to sleep. There was plenty of room, now.
The next day everyone was let out into their outdoor pens, but later in the morning Mrs. Chickendad noticed the Little White Rocks were out in the yard. They had gotten out of their pen. Oh, well thought Mrs. Chickendad, They will go back to the coop when it starts getting dark. And so they did. Except it was back to the Big Coop again. And the next night it was the same.
Something must be done about these pushy little twerps, thought Barbara. I havent had a good nights sleep in three days! She came to the back door and stared hard at Mrs. Chickendad through the window. Mrs. Chickendad obliged Barbara with some tasty bread scraps, and also noticed that the Rocks were out again. Time for action.
Chickendad hooked up the rocks coop to the John Deere and pulled it inside the garage. (Mrs. Chickendad decided not to ask how they would get it out in the spring. Choose the hill you want to die on is her motto). He set up a nice big pen adjacent to the coop and filled it with fresh wood shavings and lots of food and water. The Chickendads then toted the 11 little escape artists to their new location and settled them in.
Over in the Big Coop, the Chickie Girls and the Wyandottes, as well as Bob the Bald, chose up sides and redid their pecking order, fairly quietly. The glow from the Christmas Chicken outside their coop lulled them to sleep. Mrs. Chickendad thinks that Chickendad did an Outstanding Job on the Christmas Chicken! Here is what it looks like after dark:
The Garden party and Coop Tour was a huge success as far as the Little Rock Boys and Girls were concerned. They particularly liked the Big Girls Coop with lots of roosting space and extra nest boxes. And Chickendad had made a wonderful Christmas Chicken for the outside of their coop.
So they decided to move in. There are eleven Little Rocks, 4 boys and 7 girls, and they threw the Big Girls and the Wyandottes into a tizzy. There is at least 20 feet of roosting space on the Big Girls side of the coop, but only about 8 feet on the Wyandotte sidejust barely enough. So the Little Rocks spread themselves out on the spacious roosts and claimed all of them.
This forced all the Big Girls over to the Wyandotte side where there are 4 humongous Big Boys and 4 semi-humongous Big Girls, plus the 10 Chickie Girls AND Bob the Bald to share the smaller pen and 8 feet of roosting space. The Little White Rocks stretched out comfortably in the big part of the coop, while all the Big Chickens jockeyed for position, teetering back and forth on their skinny legs trying to keep their balance.
When the Chickendads came out to read them a bedtime story, they were amazed to find 11 Little White Rocks staring down 18 Big Chickies. Some of the Little White Rock Girls had even laid eggs in the Big Chickie nests. Barbara thought they were awfully pushy. She strutted up and down and gave those pushy little birds the stink eye for sitting on her roost.
The Chickendads moved all the Little White Rocks back into their own coop and locked them up for the night. The Big Chickie Girls went right back to their proper places and went to sleep. There was plenty of room, now.
The next day everyone was let out into their outdoor pens, but later in the morning Mrs. Chickendad noticed the Little White Rocks were out in the yard. They had gotten out of their pen. Oh, well thought Mrs. Chickendad, They will go back to the coop when it starts getting dark. And so they did. Except it was back to the Big Coop again. And the next night it was the same.
Something must be done about these pushy little twerps, thought Barbara. I havent had a good nights sleep in three days! She came to the back door and stared hard at Mrs. Chickendad through the window. Mrs. Chickendad obliged Barbara with some tasty bread scraps, and also noticed that the Rocks were out again. Time for action.
Chickendad hooked up the rocks coop to the John Deere and pulled it inside the garage. (Mrs. Chickendad decided not to ask how they would get it out in the spring. Choose the hill you want to die on is her motto). He set up a nice big pen adjacent to the coop and filled it with fresh wood shavings and lots of food and water. The Chickendads then toted the 11 little escape artists to their new location and settled them in.
Over in the Big Coop, the Chickie Girls and the Wyandottes, as well as Bob the Bald, chose up sides and redid their pecking order, fairly quietly. The glow from the Christmas Chicken outside their coop lulled them to sleep. Mrs. Chickendad thinks that Chickendad did an Outstanding Job on the Christmas Chicken! Here is what it looks like after dark:
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