Chickatraz Update

In a couple previous posts, which you can read HERE and HERE, we discovered that chickens can fly much better than we thought they could.  We’d made the top of their indoor area about 4 feet tall initially.  That thoroughly illustrates how new we are to chicken keeping.  We just thought the little darlings would be so happy in their run that they would never even think about trying to get out of it.  It never occurred to us that chickens like to roost in high places…like four foot tall places…like the top of the fence in the coop.

So with this new-found information (I’m sure someone, somewhere probably had told me that the fence was too short and I didn’t listen), we decided that we’d take the walls up another three feet.  My super handy hubby framed out additional height to the existing fence and we added the wire and then I smugly told the chickens that there was a new warden (me) in town.  As usual, they didn’t seem to care…but it made me feel better and as soon as the entire world realizes it’s all about ME we’ll be much better off.

Anyway, we were in the coop one night this past week admiring all of my new and groovy decorations.  I’m clearly going over the top with the whole chicken coop decor thing, but it makes me unbelievably happy to jazz up their coop with silly stuff.  I keep telling my husband about things I want to add to the coop and he just shakes his head and tells me that he’s happy that I’m happy.  My daughter, who is eleven,  has started to just walk by me and say “YOU ARE OBSESSED”, to which I respond “YES I AM”.  Sorry…little tangent there…back to the coop.  Tom was sitting in the chair with his feet on the bale of straw and Greg was in the run area communing with the chickens (read as…picking them up and saying “YOU…are a nice chicken”…we try to keep their self-esteem high).  One of the Gold Laced Wyandotte Sisters was standing on the roost under the new fringe bunting and we could tell that she was eyeing that seven-foot top to the fence wall.  She’d get very tall and skinny, sort of evaluate the height and distance, scrunch down to prepare for take off and then she’d think better of the whole situation and jump off the roost and walk around for a while.

inside coopOf course, we were all sassy about it and thought that we’d foiled their plans to roost on the top of the fence.  She walked around on the coop floor for a bit and we sort of lost interest in her because we were trying to convince some of the others that the cool shelf that runs all the way across the back of the coop was a GREAT place to roost.  The nightly fight on the roosting bars was getting to be a little more physical than we liked.  I tried to show them if they would all just SCOOT DOWN, there was plenty of room on the roosting bar for everyone, but you can’t reason with chickens.  Save your strength…they just don’t listen.

So Vinnie was on the shelf and fell off the shelf because he’s not very good at….well, anything.  That’s when one of us glanced over at the roost near the fringed bunting again and noticed Mary, the Wyandotte, evaluating the top of the fence again.  She’d scrunch down to take off, and then stand up…scrunch down…and then stand up…over and over again.  We stopped watching the rest of the flock on the other roost attempt to throw each other off the roosting bar while cackling madly, and all watched Mary.  The scrunching and standing continued and then she scrunched REALLY low and took off.

wrongI expected her to crash into the wire and hit the floor, but SHE MADE IT.  She walked happily back and forth on the top of the seven-foot fencing, clucking merrily and looking down at the others.  In a flash, Vinnie was on the roosting bar doing the scrunch and stand thing and that’s when we knew we were in trouble.  Tom grabbed Mary off the top of the fencing and took her back into the chicken area and Vinnie forgot all about the top of the fence because if someone was coming into their area, they MIGHT have TREATS.  He’s impossible.

We decided that we needed to wrap up Chicken Bedtime early and I flipped off the lights.  Chickens can’t see that well in the dark and if they can’t see the top of the fence, I figured they couldn’t fly up there.  I must have figured right because the next morning, everyone was where they were supposed to be when I opened the coop…or they’re sneakier than I thought and they had all jumped down before I’d gotten there.  Either way, I’m not letting them go to the prison commissary this week.

Yesterday, Tom extended the wire to the CEILING.  Figure that out, PRISONERS!

I’ll be in the Warden’s Office…watching Orange is the New Black.