I'm a bad chicken mama. So, yesterday, I let the girls out, and the gate open for them to return. I went somewhere for a couple hours, and asked hubby to close them in. He actually wasn't coming home soon. So, the wind closed the gate, and the girls couldn't get in before dark. I found them roosted in a couple trees, and on top of their run, which is hardwired in. I could not reach the 5 up there, and 2 in the lower tree branches I got into the coop. Ok, where's #8? Nowhere to be seen. As I walk up the porch steps, I hear chicken noises. She had nestled in under the porch, inside a latticed area, and I couldn't reach her or entice her to come out. She was also showing me the egg she had laid.
I blocked off the entrance so that no critter could get to her.
Hubs came home, and we got the girls off the run and into bed.
I unblocked the hole this morning and she came out. Had to use a broom to fish the egg out.
Learn as we go.
I took the hens out for a little scratch a bout this morning. They had fun but 4 is too small for a happy Flock.
