So a friend of mine at work wanted some of my barred rocks that I've been raising for meat birds (trying those and freedom rangers, which I have learned to HATE!!). So I went up to the land in Duchesne to pick them up, went in the coop, which has three pens in it, and went into the barred rock's pen. Found myself a few nice looking hens for her, plucked one off the perch and put her in my carrier. Turned around to get the second one and what do I see?
20 Freaking Chickens Running Out The Door.
I'm such an idiot, I forgot to close the inner and outer door. In my defense, I've been working A LOT lately, but still... These are all juvenile birds, so they haven't quite gotten to the calm stage of life. That is to say, the little buggers run dang fast.
We ran around, and around, and around, and around the coop. I was getting more and more irritated, explaining the concepts of "chopping block" and "freezer camp", none of which made them much inclined to slow down. My Adult BLRW's appeared highly amused by the whole show--all of them were out in their run, watching us and, I'm quite certain, placing wagers on how long it would take me to catch the little brats.
The winner bet on 45 minutes.
I now hate barred rocks. Not that it's their fault, but one must blame something other than one's own idiodicy, yes?
Upside of the week is that my current hatch is going very well--7 out of 12 chicks have hatched, several more pips, and we just went into day 21 early this afternoon. These are my own BLRW's whose parents were so amused by my running after the barred rocks. Everyone in the incubator looks strong and healthy so far. Quite a relief after the last disaster hatch!