Beaker and Hawkeye were running around the garden yesterday morning.
No, they are not supposed to be in the garden–yet. We’ll let the chickens into the garden once we’ve finished harvesting the remaining vegetables, but that’s still a few weeks off.
Ron glanced out the window yesterday morning and said, “either it’s an optical illusion or there are chickens in the garden…” It’s true that chickens on either side of the fence can be deceiving from several hundred meters away. But, alas, no illusion.
We aren’t sure why they got in there. Could have been curiosity, could have been an accident, could have been they were trying to get away from Scruffy who has been picking on the little girls a bit more. We fear it was most likely the latter.
At any rate, we were able to walk Beaker back to the gate after two tries and she scooted herself into the orchard, talking in her funny, squawky voice the whole time.
Hawkeye was more difficult. She kept going back and forth along the fence, clearly wanting back into the orchard, but she never went far enough to teach the actual gate. When I got close to her, she’d dart into the center of the garden. Argh! Finally she cornered herself in the garden closest to the coop. Nice try, but you can’t get there from here… But I was able to nab her and carry her into the orchard. As always, the picking up is terrible, according to the chickens; but once picked up, it’s never so bad.
No chickens in the garden this morning. They probably have another month before they have free reign and hence free range.