I've mentioned before about how her chickens lay eggs in the strangest of places. For example, find eggs in the recycle bin, on the porch swing, in a milk crate or in a bucket.
If she doesn't find all the eggs they hatch and surprise, we have little fuzzy tennis balls with legs peeping showing up out of nowhere.
You read the story about Courage and why she lived in the pole barn.
Well, it turns out she was renting out the place to 13 more chickens, pooping on everything. It's like they were throwing parties at night tipping things over, pulling things off the rafters, jumping on things, and making really big messes.
Spring is here and we needed to reclaim the pole barn back to get work done.
At night, chickens like roost in high areas. It's 10 o'clock at night, we head to the barn to capture chickens. Armed with a flashlight and a fishing net. I wish I could have recorded it because the blood curling sounds were chilling. I did put the video on my phone and put it in my pocket. It sounded more like a a massacre was taking place.
At first, I was nervous as chickens are really loud and flapping wings flapping. I'm not around this on a regular basis but as we captured a couple it was getting fun and I wanted to run around like a kid chasing chickens. I understand the concept now.
She showed me how to grab and carry them by the feet. They get real quiet that way I guess they sort of go to sleep.
We put the 2 roosters in a cage (for another story) and put the hens out in the coop with the rest of the gang. The next day we began to put the place back together from the panicked crazy chickens.
