Thanks
@PopoMyers 
he was a beautiful boy and I will definitely miss his quirky weirdness. Polish are a trip!
Sounds like you worked hard today!! Those rodents are persistent just like mine!! I was just getting ready to get some sleep when my coop camera notification buzzed. So I looked and it appeared the camera had fallen off the upper rafter where I keep it and I had a close up view of a rat butt! So, not knowing what had happened…I rolled out of bed, put on my glasses, sighed and put on my robe, went out back, found my mud boots in the dark that had been left out by my child and they were all wet…and put them on the wrong feet and said “Screw it” and trudged up our super soggy backyard slope to the coop. Opened the run gate and was rained on from the droplets sitting on the bird netting…so now my glasses are all spotted with water and opened the coop door. Not sure where it came from, but the rat came flying toward me and as I flinched it darted past me to the front corner where I’d recently discovered they’d dug a hole. So I assumed given the mess in the coop that it had scurried down some hole and run away. So I picked up the camera, wiped off the dirt and plugged it back in in its spot and figured I’d do a quick health check and see if there were eggs. I moved around my bricks and hardware cloth to see where it had breached the coop. The bedding was in major disarray and piled like it had been dug around in all along the base…so I spread things out but couldn’t find find the hole, cursed and stood up to go and what’s staring right at me in the rafters at the back corner—the big brown rat. Frozen and likely hoping I didn’t see it. So I cursed again, propped open the coop door and went out to open their door to the run. I finally figured out this rat must’ve snuck in before the door closed and then was panicking trying to get out and moving bedding everywhere to find a hole. So I opened the pop door and then trudged back into the coop, sliding ever so slightly back and forth in the soggy, very slippery mud and used a stick to poke the rat hoping I wouldn’t regret it and end up with a rodent in my face or hair. Instead he ran towards me and then turned down the roost bar and climbed ONTO my chickens to get across the roost. They just sat there like lumps! No wonder chickens are so easy for predators at night

Anyway, the dismount off the last Cochin hen was sloppy and it fell off the roost into the bedding on the floor and then tore off out the pop door. I told him he was lucky I’m nice and a total weenie about killing things and then locked the coop up. The eggs I found were in my pocket of my robe and as I came down the soggy muddy hill I slipped and ran into the tree and two of them broke in my pocket


So it’s now almost 1 am and I’m back in my bedroom, wet, a bit muddy, with a robe pocket full of egg yolks. I’m officially a crazy chicken person.


Washed out the robe pocket, washed my hands, dried my hair, cleaned my glasses and finally I’m back in bed and too revved to relax and sleep


so I just had to share with people I know can sympathize and laugh because you’re crazy chicken people too
