Oh, there are chickens in the trees!
What on earth is going on that the chickens have decided to sleep in the trees. This is all because of the black minorcas I picked up. Turkens don’t fly well enough for this to occur to them. I wouldn’t be concerned, but my neighbors haven’t managed to solve the grey tabby cat problem. They are trying really hard to solve it, but we still have that cat hunting our yards at night. I’m not sure it is enough of an issue to clip their wings and it has been ridiculously hot here. I wouldn’t want to sleep in the coop either.
There’s the silly rooster. It’s utterly absurd. At night the minorca has been sleeping up there, but she is a black chicken with black feet and I can never find her. I went to Chism Heritage Farm for the weekend and my husband texted me with “the chickens are in the tree and not the coop, I hope that is ok”. I was pulling them out of the tree last night and putting them back in the coop but gave up halfway through and went to bed. It’s something I will have to ponder today.