A guest blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara
I have previously mentioned how the adolescent roosters resemble adolescent boys, i.e. chest bumping.
Now that the roosters are no longer around, I have noticed how much the hens resemble adolescent girls.
Without the imminent danger of the roosters forcing them to band together in self-defense, the hens are now picking on each other. The “pecking order” phenomenon is especially observable at bedtime when each hen has her spot on the roost.
I keep telling them “Be nice to each other. You are all you have.”
They aren’t listening – any more than adolescent girls listen.
Last night the hens were making all kinds of racket. Rachel, who had shut the coop door, was concerned that something was posing a threat.
The sounds were reminiscent of the possum ordeal so I walked out with the flashlight.
The minute the chickens spotted me, they got quiet.
It reminded me of a girls’ slumber party. All manner of noise comes from the room, but as soon as mom enters – silence.
With the hens, I could at least go back inside knowing they were safe. You never know what girls at a slumber party are going to do.