After a night of gusting winds in December, we awoke to find our chicken coop upside down and our chickens discombobulated, but, thankfully, alive and squawking. They certainly gave us an ear full when we arrived on the scene; it seems they have some grievances with our top heavy portable chicken tractor. Glenn made a few adjustments that seem to be riding out the fierce winds that we have been experiencing. However, the chickens were not so confident at first. Though we had righted and secured their home, they were not overjoyed to return to their roost that evening. They reminded me of young children daring each other to the be first to jump from the diving board as first one chicken then the other would jump on her platform to ascend to her home roost and then change her mind and jump down and go to the back of the line. After several minutes, courage or sleepiness prevailed and they each ascended to have sweet and calm dreams.
All has been well, and our plump, shiny chickens are strutting, scratching and laying eggs.