Today marked the first time since getting the girls that they all managed to escape. After cleaning their coop I failed to properly lock the gate. As I was returning from the Greenhouse I noticed all the girls were having quite the big time pecking and scratching at everything that moved....OUTSIDE the coop.
Since the dogs and cats are used to them, they posed no threat. Other than Thelma Lou the seasoned escapee, the other girls did not have a clue how to get back in. Thelma Lou on a daily basis escapes, we let her visit her slum crib, lay an egg and then whoever passes by will open the gate for her and in she waltzes.
So, I clucked, I clapped, I whistled...I even took out my earphones from my I Phone and played Pavoratti to them...Wait..These were not dogs and they paid no attention to me.
So,with daylight dwindling I left the gate door ajar, went inside made dinner and left them to their instincts.They will want to roost when the sun goes down.
A few hours later all eight are inside perched just as if nothing had happened. I know some prison wardens wish their prison breaks would end this simply
Up next...It's Me It's Me It's Ernest T!
No comments:
Post a Comment