Wishful Wednesday

I really, REALLY wish the Dingle Twits would figure out they are supposed to go IN the run/coop at dusk. 

Monday, both flocks went in the coop without preamble. Around 7:30, I walked over to check on their food and water and the next thing I knew I could hear chicken feet running behind me. When I got to the coop/run I opened the door and in they all went.  They were perfectly happy to stay, so all I had to do was come out and lock up when they were all in the coop in their spots.  

If I miss that dusk time, the Goddesses tuck themselves in, which is great. The Dingle Twits can't seem to figure it out.  I'm told when the Wyandottes get bigger they won't be able to achieve as much lift, so hopefully that will help. 

THIS (image below) is what I found tonight.

The four on the lower branches were reachable, but boy did they squawk. The fifth one, up top, decided that she wasn't coming down and climbed to an even higher branch while I was putting the others away. She squawked and squawked - was having none of going in. 

  I shook the tree and sternly told her it was time to go and reminded her that her friends were already abed (I know, talking to a chicken like she'd understand).  Well, the next thing I knew . . .

SHE STOPPED SQUAWKING, FLEW DOWN, and walked into the run on her own.  I just stood there, shaking my head.