I love watching my little flock get ready for bed; I find it fascinating.
It’s very clear that 2.0 will not enter the coop until 1.0 has entered, fed, and roosted, and 2.1 won’t enter until 2.0 has had their turn. I will often find 2.1 foraging by the front of the barn at twilight, all by themselves, the only time of day they stray from the protection of Junk Jungle. They actually feel more confident when the rest of the flock is in the coop.
I wish all this cool chicken behaviour didn’t happen at dusk, though, because it makes for damned poor picture taking, and movie taking is impossible. There just isn’t enough light to capture the shenanigans, and that’s a shame.
I love having my girls up at face level, to have a proper talk with them, give them a good massage, and say goodnight. I can look them over and be sure everyone looks healthy, and that their crops are full.
This holds only for 1.0, of course, but I’m operating under the assumption the others will come around once they start wanting the chicken butt handshake.
As for the new roost, it was a huge success. The sawhorse definitely was required; I’ll figure that bit out later. What wasn’t expected: on a night when coop temperature was still in the high 80s after a brutally-hot day, 2.0 would cram themselves on top of each other when they’d an eight-foot roost to spread out comfortably.
Also unexpected, little 2.1 decided it was time for them to move on up:
How cute is that little face?! I’m telling you, the little beards drive me crazy. They are just so cute.
So, 2.0 and 2.1 are finally sharing a roost. Well, yes. And no:
There’s five feet of unoccupied roost between them, which is just fine. The little girls will become braver once the size differential diminishes.