Sunday, November 21, 2010
Just prior to sundown, I went out to check on the chickens, put down some feed, gather up the afternoon eggs. If all the chickens and guineas are inside roosting, I close up the coop for the night. However, sometime one or two are late to go in. Most often I can just guide them and close up. With the temperature falling, I really wanted to make sure they all were in. Well, I found three of the mixed hen roosting on the frame of an goat pen. I told that there is no way they were going to camp out, not tonight! So, as I started to herd them to the coop, they decided to play a game of ring around the goat pen. We did this until two flew to the coop's roof and the other desperately tried land on a long died stalk of giant ragweed. I gathered that one quickly and off to the coop with her. The other two were going to be a challenge. The silly birds refused to walk on the ground with new white stuff all about, but for some reason the snow covered roof of the coop was OK. I got a long pole and was able to usher one of the chickens off the roof and inside. The other, the last one, decide we were going to again play a game. After a few trips around the coop, she changed the rules and flew up into the large pine that over looks the pen and coop. There was about 40 minutes til dark, so I left her be in hopes she would see the errors of her ways and get inside. After a great pork roast supper, I was back out to lock up for the night. The silly bird is still in the tree. I fear she is a goner, for the night air is heading for zero and maybe lower. As I end this post, I peeked at the thermometer. It reads 3 above! Hang on silly hen! Hang on!
Posted by Bill Reynolds at 8:16 PM