The chickens come knocking at the door...I am back at the farm for 8 days with four dogs and SEVEN chickens. A friend of mine told me that the others might kill any chicks, so I had decided to load Miss Broodie up and take her to the farm with me. But then, I decided that maybe Myrtle, Harriet, Elsie, Gertrude, Eggatha, and Scarlet might like to go to the farm for a holiday away from Rocky (I know I'm enjoying it). It was hot, hot, hot on Monday (and humid). I didn't feel like chasing chickens around, so I brought the Vari200 in the house and waited. I figured Gertie or Elsie would lead the others to the patio door at some point looking for cheese. Gertie was the first to show up, so she got a ticket to the farm. It wasn't long before the others followed. The crate was a bit crowded, but they didn't seem to mind traveling steerage. Once at the farm, they ran around checking out everything. At night, they roosted in their old spots. Yesterday morning as I was getting ready to drive the DH to the airport, I heard a "scratching" on the door. Yup--Myrtle was demanding to come in for cheese. I think I might be a chicken enabler...besides maybe babying them a bit...When I stopped at the house in the City, Penny "scratched" on the patio door to come in...I see that I might have started something with letting them in to have a bit of cheese...they love cheese....
Now you have to give it to them when they ask so politely.