This is not an exciting story, but if you have children, I insist that you read it at least once. That will help make up for the many hours of my life I have spent pretending to be interested in Things Your Children Did. (Oh, except for YOUR children. I was totally interested in all that. Seriously.)
Since the chickens were refusing to tuck themselves into bed in their beautifully appointed hen house at dusk, like chickens are supposed to do, I decided to try a little tough love on them while we were gone for the weekend. I locked them up inside the hen house and told Bjorn (Not His Real Name) to ignore their pitiful pleas to be let out. He assured me he was impervious to their entreaties. (Way impervious, in fact.)
I didn’t think that only a couple of days of house arrest would convince them to put themselves away at night, but I couldn’t say no when they asked to come out to play today. So I was surprised when I checked on them at dark to find that eight had put themselves inside, and the rest (although they offered token resistance) allowed me to scoop them up and put them inside.
And then! Well, as soon as they were all inside, they picked their favorite spots on the perch and roosted! All of them. It was one of the proudest moments in this clucker-mother’s life. I was tempted to take a picture, but I decided a big flash might not be the thing to help them settle down to sleep.
Now, in a last ditch attempt to blog something semi-interesting today, here is an updated photo of the Mystery Project, plus a picture of Big Red the Landscape Guy (Not His Real Nickname) sucking in his stomach and trying to make a muscle with his arm.
Big Red the Landscape Guy is afraid that I am going to call him The Gardener in my blog, and he’ll have you know that he is a college-educated Actual Landscape Guy.
And now, a bigger-than-huge hint about what that thing is that he’s building.
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Congrats on your roosting hens! Good advice from the backyardchickens website. Your comment on my blog about the potential rooster has me worried. How long until I know if she’s a he? They are four weeks old now and I don’t see any spurs yet. Love your greenhouse and tell your guy that I think men holding power tools are pretty sexy.
A greenhouse! What a great idea. You know I tried house arrest with my kids once, so I could go tan. My youngest daughter called the police, and ask them to call her back. You are lucky there is no phone in the henhouse, but great work getting them to roost properly!
BTW- I guessed potting shed originally, I should win, not that I competitive or anything but I was pretty close to right!!!!!
Isn’t it so nice when kids, or chickens, decide to put themselves to bed? *sigh* I’m jealous, because we still have Wrestlemania at bedtime at our house. The green house is looking good!
OK, so I didn’t win………..but can I have Big Red (not his real nickname) as a consolation prize………..and boy, would I be consoled!!!
Oh such well behaved chicks after a little “time out”! I’m sure you were just so proud:)
Haha! I looked at the first pic and thought that you were describing the cement mixer as Big Red! I was pleasantly surprised to scroll down a bit further and see it was an actual man!!
Why do they keep guessing greenhouse? We’ve already told them that it’s my house. Why don’t they understand you’re making all of my dreams come true? Isn’t that my own personal Disney World? Tell them Kathi. Tell them.
That is the most beautiful greenhouse I’ve ever seen. Seriously, so fantastic!
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