In order to avoid another fox vs. chicken incident, the chickens had to lose some of their freedom and are now relegated to the pen. We’d been planning to move their coop further away from the house anyway, but ended up choosing a different location. Steve, with some help from his dad, did the hard work of putting in the posts and fencing. As usual, I document stuff.
The older chickens who had seen the “world” usually feel desperately trapped while the 3 younger ones (now 17 weeks old) who had previously been contained all their lives think it’s a great playground. A big bonus is that we no longer have chicken poop everywhere!
