AndyRoo Posted July 7, 2016 Author Share Posted July 7, 2016 I think you both must have magical powers to come to at 4 - 5 am. Everything on Earth is dead to me before 9am and my first coffee! lol I have a south facing garden too, so plenty of light. Maybe I could make some little chicken sleeping masks or something! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Luvachicken Posted July 7, 2016 Share Posted July 7, 2016 I think you both must have magical powers to come to at 4 - 5 am. Everything on Earth is dead to me before 9am and my first coffee! lol I have a south facing garden too, so plenty of light. Maybe I could make some little chicken sleeping masks or something! I sleep with the windows open in the Summer so can hear them almost straight away - it's a bit like having a new baby and hearing it cry in the middle of the night - you wake up pretty quickly. The worst bit is getting back to bed and then lying waiting to see if they are going to start clucking again and then it's time to get up Looking forward to seeing the chicken masks Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mullethunter Posted July 7, 2016 Share Posted July 7, 2016 Ditto everything Luvachicken said!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AndyRoo Posted July 7, 2016 Author Share Posted July 7, 2016 Maybe I'll get lucky and it will transpire that you can't hear the little darlings at all. Maybe I'll just throw some earplugs in the apologies basket! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Valkyrie Posted July 10, 2016 Share Posted July 10, 2016 Helloooo newbies! Well I have to say water pistol does not work here either - although a hose pipe through the cube window does make them toe the line in the early mornings so they know not to mess with a sleep deprived Valkyrie. I've only had to do that a few times. Of course I then have to clean it all out and dry it again later in the day. They don't do it in winter, just summer. That whingeing that gets louder and louder . . . Otherwise it's the laying. Nowadays I'm down to 3. 2 are quiet. The smallest is the loudest and will continue to say how proud she is with her mouth full. I give up. In all it's no different to a dog barking and she doesn't do it every day. So 3 minutes (sounds like half an hour) isn't really much. Now nest box wars is something else. Modom likes privacy. She doesn't like sharing (this is another old'un - Squirt). Modom is cranky old mare really. If I'm home it stresses me out a fair bit. So I end up rushing out to hoick out the other wannabe egg layer and either dump her outside so that Squirt can be alone or shove her in the spare eglu (they all want the cube!). If I'm not around it's out of sight and out of mind. Then we have the cat announcement. Cats have learned not to tackle the chickens but they can lurk and we all know it. Sparrowhawks are another chorus - a bit like the Invasion of the Bodysnatchers. Then again for these things the wild birds are also in on the yelling so I'm a bit more relieved - especially when magpies start squawking. And for all the trials and tribulations would I give up chickens? Not on your nellie - I can't see myself ever being without and if I am then I'll be getting more most definitely! Of course my pretty flowers are another matter . . . Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
