About 8 weeks ago I shared this post. It was full of excitement and hope. Sadly, over the last 8 weeks, these feelings have turned into ones of hate, distrust and dismay.
These new chickens have been nothing but a right pain in my arse and our garden.
Waking up to the sound of chickens is one thing, but waking up to this sound out the front of our bedroom window is another. Each day, Mother Chook (or Bitch-Face, as I affectionately named her) would fly over the fenced in coop area, her little ones would break out through the chicken wire and they would go on wonderful adventures around our yard. They’d joyfully scratch to their hearts content, scratching up any new seedlings that we had put in, and finally killing my remaining sun flower.
On top of this, Bitch-Face decided she didn’t need to live at our house any more. So we’d go for days at a time not seeing her. She’d jump over their fence and then… poof… she was gone. I kept my fingers crossed that this was the end of her; a mean and horrible wish I know, but it was going to make our life so much easier.
Sadly, 2 days later she reappeared. We were in the process of training all the chicks to eat and sleep in the inside coop area, so we had them locked up for a few days. This meant that there was no food out for her when she got there.
We quickly made the rash decision to return her to the friends that we had gotten her from. So I grabbed the rake and J got himself an old towel. We chased her up and down the chicken coop, until we got her into a corner that she couldn’t fly out of (I really wish we had videoed it). J got her in the towel and started to put her in the box we’d prepared earlier. Then… she got out!
By this point, I was beginning to dream about what we could do with her, stews, roasts, chicken nuggets. We couldn’t do any more planting because we knew that she was still around to dig everything up. It was frustrating and annoying.
Yesterday, J came running through the back door, she was back. I knew that this was probably going to be too good to be true, so I refrained from calling my friend back until we definitely had her in our grasp.
So we played the chasing game once more, she cornered herself this time and made it easy for us. J reached down and grabbed her firmly, not letting her go until we had somewhere secure to put her. Quickly, I put some holes into the top of a polystyrene box, which has been patiently waiting to be turned into a worm farm, we put her inside and in the blink of an eye the lid was on. A brick on top of that kept her contained until I had made the phone call. Then into the car and off we all went.
There was a happy ending for everyone. Once we let her out in our friends yard, she promptly jumped over their fence to go back to her original home. That’s right, she was a rouge chicken from the very beginning. Initially our friend’s neighbours chook, and then had taken up residence in their back yard and then come to us.
The battle at our house continues however, now we need to figure out a plan of action for 8 chicks who are also flying over the coop fence, 3 of which are roosters.