The night before last Flame was in the dog crate and when I checked on the girls after dark I was pleased to find that Vanilla had perched up at bedtime. This lulled me into a false sense of security. I decided to leave Flame with the flock last night.
I checked on the girls at dusk and was disappointed to see Flame sat on the chicken shed floor with Vanilla underneath her. Only Vanilla’s tail was sticking out. I lifted Flame and put her in the dog crate again and lifted Vanilla to the perch with the amigos where she stayed put.
This time I will stick to the regime and put Flame in the crate at night for a while longer. I should have trusted my instincts and kept up the regime but I thought that they may have been out of this by now. This isn’t happening during the day and I suppose I have to be thankful that it’s now just at night.
The girls’ turf is now completely brown but they love sitting on it especially when the sun is on it. It’s become a communal carpet.
This is now the favourite spot to chill and preen. The four missing girls are all squabbling over the nest boxes. It’s a tough life in the chicken run!