See how they’ve grown:
After another attempt at moving them back indoors I cheated and called on one of the boys from next door but one to climb into the pen and hand them to me so that I could take them indoors – one at a time.
After watching this long drawn out ‘game’, Bear decided it was time to assemble the new house.
“It will only take me half an hour.” he said.
So on Friday morning he started and swore at me if I tried to help.
“I don’t tell you how to do knitting, sewing or cooking,” he spluttered.
However, progress was slow so I couldn’t resist finding out what was happening.
He had put one bolt in without attaching the side and back of the henhouse and was scratching his head as to why the other end wouldn’t marry up.
He was about to drill another hole when I noticed the problem and pointed it out. So, I could be useful after all and it was a bit quicker with two.
All the same, it was late afternoon before the chicks were installed in the pen which was now adjoining their new home.
Bear, on the other hand, fell asleep, exhausted from his carpentry,
but there were still a few screws missing – such as the ones holding the roof on!
At ten o’clock when I went to put the big hens to bed they were nicely ‘tucked in’ their house but the ‘babies’ were showing no signs of going into their bedroom. I tried tempting them with food and even put a couple I managed to catch into the nest box, deliberately leaving the doors open so that they could see it wasn’t trap like the cat basket.
No, they began to make their little chirpings which, to me, sound as though they are stressed. Eventually it seemed as though they were trying to escape. Some flew up to the roof of the pen, others tried pecking at the wire netting while a couple even looked as though they were attempting to tunnel themselves out underneath the henhouse.
Fifteen minutes later they were huddled in a corner of the pen near the door – looking and sounding most upset. From this position I was able to catch them easily. In fact I felt they were waiting in hopes of being carried back to the conservatory.
I closed the henhouse doors and gently popped them into the nesting box, one by one.
The chirping gradually subsided and they settled down.
This morning they seemed none the worse for their traumatic house move and jumped out into the sunshine as soon as I opened the door.
Fingers crossed they will go indoors more willingly tonight.