Friday, October 17, 2014
Two of the six new hens have continued to insist on roosting in the pine tree's high branches. Sleeping outside the coop is an eventual death sentence for any hen who attempts it. So this evening Bruce and I knocked the two black hens out of the tree yet again. However, this time, we took the next step and caught them and clipped their wings. While we were at it, we also clipped the wings of the small, light bodied Leghorns and Buckeye hens who daily flap over the fence of the chicken run.
But now it's all done. The hens are all safely in the coop, sleeping and dreaming chicken dreams. Another hopping Friday night at Frogpond.