I was watching a movie or something last night, so Rob went out to put the pullets away for me. (The other hens have been on lock down for the past few days to teach them to lay in the nest boxes again). He called me outside because, he found Jethro's twin, and he couldn't find three of the pullets. And while Jethro's twin was cute, we were not about to take in another cat.
Rag's, our large orange cat has been sick over the weekend and is racking up quite the vet bill for us.
So onto looking for the three other pullets. This was the first time they were not near their coop to be put away. We hoped they had just found a comfy place and decided to sleep there, but feared predators. It wouldn't have been the first time some of the chickens had been taken out by a predator. But we had just seen them a few hours before while cooking supper.
We looked with the goats, under the big tractor, in the old hen house, under the deck, and under the flatbed trailer.
Nothing.
Then Rob mentioned something about seeing them near the propane tank one night. So I started shinning my light up there (it is surrounded on three sides with fence and honeysuckle). Finally I caught a glimpse of one of the birds. She was nestled into the honeysuckle on top. There was another even deeper in, and the young white rooster (one day to be stew pot rooster) was up on an old birdhouse platform.
Birds found!
So Rob got a long stick and coaxed them down and with much grumbling we got them put into their house.
Chicken Wrangling.
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