This morning I came home from work (I work overnights) and like usual, I let the chickens out to free range. They usually bolt out the door and spread out to eat grass. I watched them go outside and noticed that one was missing. Something seemed amiss. Norman, my EE roo, happily crowed away. His half-brother, Goliath an EE-wyandotte, was missing. But I could hear Goliath. A muffled cock-a-doodle-doo! I searched inside the coop. Nothing. I searched inside the feed bin. nothing. Inside the cat carrier i left outside. Nothing. Then I hear him, he's close. I overturn a rubber storage bin that was upside down. Out bolts poor Goliath. He had been left there all night. My husband didn't hear a peep from him when he closed up the coop at night! Don't worry, Goliath wasn't too mentally scarred. He promptly ran over to Norman, who was mating a hen, grabbed the hen, then mated her next. sheesh...these boys of mine.
Anyone else have stories of stuck chickens?
Anyone else have stories of stuck chickens?
Hens go broody when you don’t want them to… and won’t go broody when you do. 