So, I was doing my routine eviction of pullets from nests this evening and I noticed that I couldn't see my California White?
How on earth do you lose one white chicken in a sea of grey and black?
I look all along both roosts:
The only white is the Brahma.
I look into the nestboxes to see if she's up on the partition:
All empty.
I walk around to see if she's roosted on the pallet.
Nope. No birds on the pallet.
I turn around slowly, looking into all the corners on the off chance that a Leghorn-adjacent hen managed to (unlikely), go broody and decide to nest in some weird spot or (unlikely), die and get buried in scratched over bedding.
Nothing.
Finally, I lean up against the wall and look down the back of the roosts.
She's on the roost support, half underneath 2 other hens.
When I shined my headlamp there she popped up her head to give me a dirty look for waking her up and then snuggled back down in her chosen, if severely cramped, spot.
A hen's mind is a mysterious thing.
How on earth do you lose one white chicken in a sea of grey and black?
I look all along both roosts:
The only white is the Brahma.
I look into the nestboxes to see if she's up on the partition:
All empty.
I walk around to see if she's roosted on the pallet.
Nope. No birds on the pallet.
I turn around slowly, looking into all the corners on the off chance that a Leghorn-adjacent hen managed to (unlikely), go broody and decide to nest in some weird spot or (unlikely), die and get buried in scratched over bedding.
Nothing.
Finally, I lean up against the wall and look down the back of the roosts.
She's on the roost support, half underneath 2 other hens.
When I shined my headlamp there she popped up her head to give me a dirty look for waking her up and then snuggled back down in her chosen, if severely cramped, spot.
A hen's mind is a mysterious thing.
