Last night, under the cover of darkness, we crept into the coop at the old house and yanked the Cream Legbars and Isbars off their roosts and put them in cages and boxes. The Cream Legbars were docile and easy to handle. The Isbars were hell demons, flying in our faces and screaming like they had their heads on the chopping block. I have never heard such sounds coming from a chicken. They settled down in the trailer as we headed for home. They were quiet during the pit-stop at Burger King for dinner. When we got home Michael had me get inside the Isbar coop with a cage full of the demonic chickens and he locked me in from the outside. My job was to remove the devil birds from the cage and place them on the roosts. OMG, pandemonium set in! I was trapped in a 5×6 coop with demonic chickens flying and flailing about. I took several direct hits to the face resulting in a split lip. I was screaming for Michael to come and unlock the door and let me out. He was three doors down settling the mellow little Cream Legbars on the roosts in their new coop. He finally came and got me out but, in my escape a splash Isbar also got loose. Michael tried to catch her, but the crazy girl was hell bent on never going back in that coop! We went to bed certain that she would be a meal for some local raccoon overnight. However, when I went out early to check on everyone she was waiting by the gate to be let in! I made her take a good look at my fat lip before I allowed her back in with her friends. I am sure she felt bad about it.
They all settled in to their new homes today and all seems well. They enjoyed their new runs, eagerly digging and scratching new earth. The sweet Cream Legbar girls looked escpecially pretty today.
The little coops are quite cozy with two roosts and three nest boxes. I even got two Isbar eggs today!
My little chicks from the basement got their first opportunity to be outside today. Eventually they fanned out, played outside and tried out the new roosts. Much improved over a pen in the basement.
The runs are finished and each breed has a large area to run and play. Please excuse the trash.
I think we’ll all be quite happy here! Tonight we repeat the procedure and bring home the Icelandics and the layer girls. One thing I know for sure. If any of them give us trouble at the old house, Michael is getting them when we get here. Gotta go ice my lip