Nitro bombs and the new diggs

a roosters guide to henhouse hup grades

I loves me my hens

They call me ‘the rooster’

You can call me ‘Gonzo’

I’m the chicken seducer

Todays poultry excuse for a ‘post’ was delayed.

I spent most of the day looking after the lay-dees.

The new compost capping hen house is now roof tight.

The girls are still at the old place. The straw there is rancid with nitrogen bombs and feathers.

They’re moulting right meow. Things in eggland should be on a hiatus. Their laying is based on the length of the day.

Surprisingly?

They’re still pumping out a couple of eggs per day between the five of them!

The girls don’t like change that much.

The biggest changes lately?

The change in temperature.

In terms of their new digs?

I’ll open it up to them tomorrow and let them explore it for the next couple of days.

Once they’re used to it and they know where their food and water are, I’ll start closing up their old place.

Wouldn’t it be lovely the next time we make a big change things could be that easy?

You’d wake up one morning with a cozy new coop - filled wi…