I’ve been wanting to post photos of the chickens for weeks now (yes, writing deadlines loom…). I’ll get around to it one of these days.
In the meantime, Daisy and Caroline had an excellent adventure yesterday (and yes, I’m dating myself with that reference).
Ron walked by the chicken run as he went into the woods late yesterday afternoon. When he walked by a few minutes later, Daisy and Caroline were out of their fenced area looking confused, but entranced by the honeysuckle berries on a nearby bush: so many red berries! so little time!
Ron managed to herd them back into the paddock, but ack!? What had happened? Had they flown the coop (literally)?
[As a side note, isn’t it strange how many chicken metaphors are in the English language? Flown the coop, being cooped up, in a stew, don’t put all your eggs in one basket, being a mother hen, a bad egg… For many more, check out this website: http://www.chickenvideo.com/sayings.html ]
Apparently there was a small hole in the (poly mesh) fencing on one side. Did a predator chew through the fence in an attempt to get our chickens? Did it just break? We don’t know, but I have another hypothesis.
A bunny has displayed an unusual interest in our three feathered friends. He’s there almost every day, bounding along one side of the chicken run or another. Sometimes he sits there and watches them. A few times he’s done these incredible bunny leaps and butt wiggles that are just bizarre.
Are we seeing trans-species curiosity? Are we watching attempts at trans-species friendship? I don’t know.
But the hole in the fence is just about bunny-height so we suspect he may have nibbled through the mesh. I don’t know if he managed to get in (and out) of the chicken run without our knowledge. Needless to say, the hens can’t tell us. For the time being, Ron has sewed up the hole with string. We’ll see how long it lasts.