This afternoon, Mary came in quickly to tell me that all the chickens had escaped from inside the run. Makenzie and I quickly got coats and boots on to join her on the chase. Luckily, chickens like to stay fairly close to home and the flock. We do not know how long they had been out but they were enjoying the garden area. Mary grabbed some food, opened the run door and spread some food inside. The Rhode Island Reds took the bait and walked inside to eat the food; two chickens caught and four to go.
The Buff Orpingtons were not so easy. They seem to always be the ones who are escaping but are difficult to catch. I have found the best way to do this is to corner them one by one and then grab them. Before we started the chase, we thought we better find the hole that they escaped from in the first place. We looked everywhere and could not find it. Finally, one of the chickens we had cornered ducked underneath a little raised area of the run. We had found the hole and now three chickens were back where they belonged. Mary placed some edging stones underneath the hole to block it.
The last three proved much harder to catch. Mary, Makenzie and I worked together to corner them one by one. I would then grab them and put them back into the coop. After about 30 minutes we finally got them all back inside where they belonged. Once caught , they did not seem too unhappy about being back inside the run. Apparently, the grass must not have been that much greener on the other side.
Aah, the adventures of urban homesteading.
The Buff Orpingtons were not so easy. They seem to always be the ones who are escaping but are difficult to catch. I have found the best way to do this is to corner them one by one and then grab them. Before we started the chase, we thought we better find the hole that they escaped from in the first place. We looked everywhere and could not find it. Finally, one of the chickens we had cornered ducked underneath a little raised area of the run. We had found the hole and now three chickens were back where they belonged. Mary placed some edging stones underneath the hole to block it.
The last three proved much harder to catch. Mary, Makenzie and I worked together to corner them one by one. I would then grab them and put them back into the coop. After about 30 minutes we finally got them all back inside where they belonged. Once caught , they did not seem too unhappy about being back inside the run. Apparently, the grass must not have been that much greener on the other side.
Aah, the adventures of urban homesteading.
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