Our house is quite small. It has one bathroom, a kitchen, one and a half bedroom, a living room and we have an acre of land. We sleep in the bigger bedroom and then Ellie will have the smaller bedroom which is basically a big closet. After we came back from our trip to Holland we had put all our boxes and suitcases in Ellie’s room so we had some space to sleep. Now we have a big list of “projects” we are going to do in and around the house.
One of the projects was moving the dog pen and putting chickens in it. I had to dig out the dog pen posts, chop a bunch of tall weeds with the machete and dig holes for the posts. After a couple of nights and half a Saturday here and there I finally got it done and my chickens arrived. I was exciting because this is all I ever dreamed of. I welcomed Whacky, Spacky and Blacky in their new coop and pen and they seemed not too sure about it. In the beginning it went all very well and the chicks would roam outside during the day and sleep in the coop overnight.
Then when we came back from an evening out and I had forgotten to close the coop, Spacky was gone! I looked and looked but she was nowhere to be found. The next day when Joy was looking for her, she found Spacky in a cardboard box in which they came. It seems when Spacky was looking for a place to roost she thought the box was a good place and she jumped on it, only to figure out that the box wasnt sturdy at all. She fell right in it while the top flaps closed again and she was stuck over night. I said to myself, well… I won’t be expecting eggs from her yet.
Then all of the sudden, the next day out of nothing, Whacky (a.k.a the white one) roosted on top of the fence. I friendly suggested that she should get off but she wouldn’t listen. So I pushed her off, and while she was falling, her neck got stuck and she started flapping like she had no head! She landed in the grass and just sat there. I left her there and the next morning she hadn’t moved a feather. I thought to myself, oh well… then the white one will not start laying eggs for a while thats ok, I still have the black one, she is the youngest anyways.
Then the outside fence became rather popular to roost on and just soon all three hens were on the fence for the night. Spacky was the last one to join and she was roosting next to Wacky and as mean as she is, she started to peck Whacky. When I saw this I ran up to the Spacky and pushed her off the fence, but she jumped up, flew over Whacky and landed right on top of Blacky. They both fell off the fence–Blacky outside the fence and Spacky inside. So I chased Blacky inside and they spent the night in the coop. There you have it, all three of the chicks now have stress, it’s almost freezing, the days are getting shorter and they are in a new place. I should have listened and waited for spring.