The girls are fussy.
Though curious and always watching, they do not like change.
I’ve spent the last couple of months working on Cluckingham Palace for these queens. They’ve curiously watched every staple and screw I’ve put into it.
I worked furiously attempting to have it ready before the snow arrived.
It’ rooftight and insulated.
It’s a beauty.
The problem?
They miss their old coop.
I’m not certain whether it’s the smell of the turds or just familiarity, but they did not want to move.
They say that when you move chickens, you ought to slowly give them time to settle into the new coop.
I left it open for them.
I laid a trail of meal worms up and into the new coop to convince them to explore it.
They were not interested.
I was worried
With an Nor’easter on the way, I wanted them to move.
They were having none of it.
I spend so much time building the ultimate chicken coop for them and they didn’t appreciate it?
I was disappointed to say the least.
Then? Then they woke up to snow.
They saw the fresh,…
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