The chickens are not happy.
They are totally not impressed that they aren't allowed to free range and have to stay locked up for a day or three.
All because of Miss Frizzle.
Frizzle went missing and we called and called her (not that SHE knows her name- she's a tad dopey our Miss Frizzle). We walked the section but no luck finding her.We even phoned neighbours to see if maybe she had walked into the jaws of a dog. A week later she came home for the 4pm feeding and gulped her food. She hanged about for a while but took off again before chicken bed time when the coop door is shut keeping the hens all safe for the night.
Yesterday morning Frizzle was back home for another feed. Brent enticed her into the chicken coop and locked the door What a commotion the other hens had forgotten who she was, pecking wars began as chickens do (poor Brodie had bleeding).The pecking order settled down and Brodie is back to being bottom of the pack. Miss Frizzle was frantic she really wanted out - we are thinking she has been sitting on eggs - of course not fertile since we have no rooster.
With Frizzle missing we had talked of getting some new chickens and even a rooster
(I still miss my morning crow)
A David Bowie look a like was the favourite but the chicken man said the new rooster would be hen pecked - all the girls would peck his hair doo. So we put getting new hens on the back burner until March.
Maybe we will get Miss Frizzle some fertile eggs to sit on...
The running boards have been repaired and are off to the painters today.