Well, here we go:
eglu, chickens and George arrived today.
Everything went smoothly and then he was gone and I was left the sole person in charge of three chickens.
I've identified them as, "Big comb", "Middle comb" and "Tiny comb".
Big and Medium comb are vieing for leadership.
Tiny (or chicken little) is running around as if the sky is going to fall.
My neighbours are really interested (could eggs be the reason?)
Anyway, the hens survived everything from my neighbours car backfiring. He's got a japanese import hot rod with loads of add-ons. (Loud) to a vicious attack by a cat, Not really, the cat was just curious and chicken little got into a right flap!!!!
So, on to bed time..............
The ladies had explored every square inch of their cage and were now looking to roost.
They looked longingly at the bushes in the garden, I could see them thinking: "Oooh that's a lovely bush, it's mine, mine!
Strangely enough it was chicken little, the little nervous one who went into the main coop first.
Followed after about 10 minutes by Middle comb, but big, dominant comb was not about to go into the coop until it was checked out by health and safety, the bomb squad and the NHS.
I even put a torch inside to entice them/her in.
She would not go in!!
It was now officially dark and she still wouldn't go in.
Drastic tactics were called for: There she was in the doorway. Gate opened, sneak in......and push! Get in there!
Gate shut and I can now go back indoors.
What a great way to end a day.