Sunday, October 25, 2020
Last night my oldest went out to coop the girls up. After securing them, he checked to see how they'd arranged themselves for the evening. He opened the nesting box to find that Rosie had grabbed the favorite side and was sitting comfortably in it. And Bev was standing right on top of her! The other perfectly good nesting box remained completely empty. Lilly appeared to be the only normal one and was on a perch while Agnes had somehow gotten herself crammed sideways into the small area between the two perches on the coop floor. So apparently, that's what they thought was best.
My youngest, after observing our girls for the few months we've had them, doesn't believe that there are such things as wild chickens. His reasoning is that there's no way they'd be smart enough to survive in the wild. Of course he was joking and certainly knows that birds in captivity appear of little wit, because they probably are, but in the wild, what saves them is their skittishness combined with their ability to fly along with their biological wiring for eating and reproduction. They really don't need much more than that it seems.
In other cluck cluck news, I am currently on the hunt for a chicken watering container heater to keep the water in liquid form through the icy months. Someone posted that it can be done with a round cookie tin fitted with a lamp kit and a 40 watt bulb inside placed under the water container. Creative, but I really don't have the desire to do a DIY craft involving power tools nor am I wanting something that requires another sloppy extension cord. I remember lugging 5 gallon buckets of water out to my horse twice a day in the winter when I was a kid, but I wasn't working full time and I had more energy back then so it wasn't a big deal. Fast forward 35 years and now I want things easy! So we shall see what the great interwebs bring forth.