Love, bubs and life on our little farm

I have blogged about my chickens before - they are dear family pets. But they are not blessed with the smarts I am afraid. Today we tried to get some farm work done in between the rain (yes still!) and one of those jobs included cleaning up the chicken shed and trying to get rid of the rats living under their laying box/night perch. I won't digust you with the details of the rats (they are the size of guinea pigs) but in the process we moved their night perch over to the opposite side of the shed. We knew this wouldn't go down too well - our girls are creatures of habit.

Sure enough at 5pm when they start putting themselves to bed, we could hear a lot of squawking and flapping and generally disgruntled chicken noises. Upon investigation, we discovered that Betty (the black chicken) was flying from the current position of the night perch to the old spot and trying with great flapping to hover in the air where her perch should have been. Sigh. Silly chicken.

She must have worked it out as when we checked on the chickens a few hours later she was puffed up asleep in the right spot. Nicole on the other hand - our shy runty chicken was freezing all by herself on a low perch, looking very lonely and sad. So Jase picked her up and moved her up with the others.. hopefully by tomorrow the excitment will all have passed and things will be back to the norm in Chicken world.

Still we aren't much different are we? I am a terrible creature of habit and Elka thrives on her routines... (though I hope if my bed got moved - I wouldn;t insist on sleeping in the old spot LOL)