Today was chicken moving day. The “baby” Rhode Island Reds aren’t so “baby” anymore, so it was time to move them from the peep coop (where there’s a heat lamp to keep chicks warm) across the driveway to the chicken coop with the rest of our Speckled Sussex hens. Because the peep coop is a pretty confined space, especially since we have 1/4 of it partitioned off for storage, I thought one human could do the job quicker than two, and with less bumping into each other.
Chickens like to huddle when they are nervous (which is most of the time, I think), so the first load was pretty easy to catch. Grab by the leg, turn upside down, and you’re ready to go. Do this 3 times (2 if the chickens are larger) and you have a nice handful of chickens to move. But after the 3 I was holding started squawking, all bets were off. Now the game was scatter to wherever the big scary human is not, as fast as your chicken legs can move you.
It really only took abut 20 minutes to move them – mostly 3 at a time, sometimes 2. Sarah (the dog) only tried to bite at them once (we have been trying to cure her of chicken eating – it’s been mostly successful), and none of them had a chicken heart attack during the move.
They are now checking out their new digs, and I got “what the heck is this” looks from the Sussex hens (they don’t play well with others) during the process. Hopefully, today the Reds will figure out about going outside/pecking around in the grass, and then in a few months, the eggs start coming.