Fall is here. I harvested the potatoes, and we turned the chickens loose in the fenced garden. Much excitement. Not only are all 10 together again - with no apparent need to peck one an other to death - but the vast array of greens and bugs and worms kept things (literally) hopping for several days.
The old 6x6' cage is now covered with tarps for shelter; the old house is used mostly for roosting at night and for nesting underneath.
John has discovered a new game for his play dates with Drake: "someone" leaves the gate open, and ALL the chickens escape. (This actually takes a fair amount of effort on John's part: several of them are reluctant to leave the garden...) Then an emergency call summons Drake to help herd them back into their garden. A good time is had by all.
Unintended consequence: the ladies have discovered what fun it is out in the big yard: fresh grass. With only a 4' fence around the garden, escapes have become a daily - sometimes hourly - occurrence.
- Addendum to last post -
While spreading old chicken bedding in the new garden boxes for next year (now that the chickens have the garden) I found another egg. I buried it.
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