Gyah! Jimmy and I both worked late last night. And we both got home within 5 minutes of each other. I went outside to check on the girls cuz the 2 new ones had only had 1 night in the big coop. They weren't there. And they weren't in the pen. I searched the 8 X 14 pen for 10 minutes. I looked behind every fern and bush and bucket of water. I was starting to get really concerned when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. They had somehow managed to tear down a corner of the pen netting and were roosting on the fence under the eve of the front of the house. I went in to get Jimmy, who was not happy to have to put his clothes back on (the man peels in record setting time when he walks through the door after work) to come out and be tall. The red was easy to retrieve and Jimmy handed her down to me. The leghorn, who has been named Miss Prissy (foghorn Leghorns girlfriend), unfortunately was awake by now and she proved to be a challenge. Jimmy got a face full of flapping feathers all the way back to the coop. Once in the coop they settled in quickly. This morning everything is fine. No one is fighting...... yet. The good thing about adding two more birds is that Hashtag is no longer the primary target. She hasn't quite figured it out yet though. Every tempest sends her running under the coop where she peeks out and watches. Poor little Hashtag, She just wants everyone to get along. She is nice to everyone. I keep waiting for the day when she gets tired of their crap and goes to the top of the little chicken clock tower with an itty bitty automatic rifle. It will serve 'em right...the cranky old hags.
When mom's away the chickens will play... eh, that's not quite right, but close enough. Perhaps you should run lines with them during the afternoon.
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