On weekday mornings, just as Vince is about to leave for work, it’s daylight enough to let the chickens out. A couple of days ago, I went to the duplex, opened the door for the three Dominique chickens, then opened the door for the 6 Silky adolescent chicks. Then I walked over to the big coop and let those few remaining red hens out. That’s my routine . . every morning.
I noticed the bantams didn’t come racing out of the coop as they usually do. By the time I got back to the house and went out with Speck, they still weren’t out so I decided I’d better go check on them. I wonder how long it takes after the chicken massacre before I quit expecting to find massive numbers of them dead again.
Very cautiously, I opened the big door to their coop, hoping I was not going to find 6 bodies.
They were all ok but they were on the second floor and had no clue how to get down.
Excuse their poopy mess but they went up the stairs for the first time and, as with kids and dogs, going up the first time is a whole lot easier than getting down the first time.
I wasn’t real crazy about the idea of going in and catching them. Once I grabbed one, the rest of them would probably go crazy and break their necks getting down so I left them alone and after about another hour, they had managed to find their way down and were all outside.
They have it down now. When I open the door in the morning, I can hear six little sets of wings flapping and them all landing on the floor below. If they had been raised by their mothers, they would have known how to get down. Poor little orphans! 🙂
Ya did the right thing ..Sometimes they have to learn on their own .. LOL
wanda ll says
They are so darn cute. I just love the little black one. He/ she looks so out of place. Can you tell if all girls or not? Our only chicken we have left is crazy too. She chases the birds away from all the birds seed we put out. And doesn’t get up in morning till the other birds sing then she sings/makes noises whatever their noise is. If birds don’t sing neither does she.Hope she isn’t lonely being all the rest gone, , well eaten or something they disappeared one at a time till she is all that is left.