Helen Hen and Hilda Hen have been banished into temporary accommodation due to the pecking order challenges made on my poor little broody mum-to-be and also because I needed to block off all of the remaining nesting boxes so the broody knew which nest to get back onto.
Luckily I had the spare coop. I am using the first coop I bought when I thought I would only have a maximum of three chickens. (Most chicken owners would knowingly laugh at that as maximum numbers have a tendency to expand.) The two Barnevelder girls are very familiar with this coop as they spent three months in there when they first came to our place and they both laid there first eggs in it.
But I can’t expect Hilda and Helen to remember that so to avoid confusion (because they are now locked out of the other coop where they were laying) and the possibility of eggs being laid under bushes whilst free ranging, I decided to lock them in their temporary accommodation on this first day .
But Helen Hen was having none of that. At about 6:17am (just after daybreak) she started to make such a raucous racquet and she went on and on. I went outside and gave her my angry face glare but she ignored me and carried on making her noise. Then Hilda Hen joined in. I can’t leave them locked in all day if they are going to be making that kind of fuss. The noise might stress Hannah Hen out (mum-to-be) and because I am at work all day, I can’t keep an eye on the proceedings.
So out you go noisy girls. Free range to your hearts content.
Helen Hen – one.
Me – none
That evening I came home and opened the nesting box with some trepidation. You never know, they may not have needed to be locked in to remind them to lay in the nesting boxes in the temporary accommodation. Ah, thank you girls. I didn’t need to worry after all. These girls were not confused or stupid. They did know where to lay their eggs. And they were not in the bushes, they were in the nesting boxes in the temporary accommodation.