Thistlefluff

The chickens have been put on restriction. To hear them tell it, unfair measures of containment have been taken, to which they’ve agreed to comply only if sufficient treats and toys are provided.  In actuality, we’ve covered their run in the interest of safety and they can free range when I can watch them.  I'm trying to convince Amin that a guard peacock would be an ideal addition to the family. Without a guard rooster, we’ve lost two hens and Blackberry has taken her broody self AWOL to sit a nest in the woods. She’s being very discreet about its location and knows when I’m trying to stalk her. It seems I’m a terrible chicken hunter.  Although I’ve managed to capture her twice, she manages to fly the coop back to her well hidden eggs.  This is possibly how egg hunts originated.   Violet, who would happily try to hatch a basket of rocks, at least has the courtesy to be broody in everyone’s favorite nest box inside the coop. It causes a lot of grumbling, but ...