Return of the prodigal pullet

I started my last post with a tale of frustration. Sam and I collaboratively lost a chicken. The decision was quickly made not to chase the bird, but to wait til evening and go get her from whatever tree she roosted in.

That decision was made because:

1. Chickens are fast
2. I am slow
3. Fast chickens laugh as they run away from slow people.

They make you feel awful. Big meanies, I tell ya.

I knew this was an approach because we used it on the first night of taking the run down. The rooster decided he wanted to sleep under the coop instead of going near the front where we were working, so I scooped him up easily and put him into the coop.

That was my planned approach with our runaway.

I waited for a while and looked back in the alley a lot. She was back there clicking up a storm. I assume she was trying to ask the others how the heck to get home. The back gate was left open for her shortly after she ran off.

As I waited in NY chair on the porch, I saw her. She came back through the gate when I was half expecting her to fly back over the fence.

I waited as she walked around the run a few times, then flew up on the pallets.

I watched her wall up on the roof of the run and try to fly up in the tree. I guess the branch she landed on was too big around, and she fell off onto the ground. That was comical to watch.

After trying to perch on the fence and falling, she settled on the top of the pallets on the far side by the back fence. I waited a few minutes to make sure she wasn't going to move more, and approached slowly.

I inched closer and reached out to grab her and she moved up a few inches, so I backed off for a few minutes before trying again.

Maybe I'm weird, but I liked holding her. I petted her a minute before putting her in the coop.

She's home sleeping safely now. It's reassuring that she came back. I want the birds to get more comfortable with me so I can hold em more.

I think I'll go sit out and light the fire pit now.

Stay relevant y'all

Nate