Our chickens are 17 weeks old today. They should be laying any day now. Each morning since they were about 14 weeks old, we have been checking their laying boxes with anticipation. Each morning we are disappointed. But I go out there, and I have a little chat, they still wont come too close, but that’s OK by me.
There first day in our home, they were three days old and were living in a cardboard box in our lounge room under a lamp.Their inaugural exploration of the chicken coop. We allowed them out there once they couldn’t fit through the chicken wire. Finally after much convincing (and J being away for a week) our chickens were allowed to roam free around the backyard. I’ve looked after chickens before, it was one of my jobs while working at the outdoor education camp all those years back, but J has not. I was happy for the girls to roam free, even when we weren’t home, but J was a little more cautious. While he was away for a week, I trained them to come home each night and put themselves to bed, by feeding them at night and locking their door.Eventually they got a little to brave for their own good and we would come home to them being out the front of the house, or under the neighbours house. Something had to be done. So we built them a fence. We had an old swinging chair that was destined for the dumpster (it had rusted and was falling apart), so we used that to build the gate and for the fence posts. We bought chicken wire and attached that to the shed and our fence. However this still didn’t keep them in, and as some of you saw, one night I arrived home to no chickens in the coop. Finally, I had to do what I’d been dreading, we needed to clip their wings. A friend, with more chicken knowledge than I came to visit, and after watching many YouTube videos, I clipped each of their left wings. They haven’t gotten out since, but they won’t come near me now. Have you ever had to do battle with a pet? Do you have a friend you can call on to help with those little but tricky things?