I keep telling myself I haven’t turned into a crazy chicken-lady (I haven’t… right?) but lately the Nugs have been top-of-mind, what with the building of the run, merging of the flocks, and general chicken-related nonsense in my life.
This is why I drink.
Well, actually, I drink because people make beer like this…
Chocolate, peanut butter and banana ale. Fun and kind of quirky, just like my weekend project.
(I was just like, OH MY GOD, I should totally make beer and project pairings a thing on this website! and then I was like… um… that’s definitely a lawsuit waiting to happen. So. Don’t drink and DIY if you like all of your fingers properly attached to your body, probably.)
Brilliant beer-related ideas aside, here’s what happened in the coop this weekend. This is what the roost situation looked like when I finished it last year…
I basically slapped that thing up the day I finished the coop and then moved the Nugs in. With the addition of the nugglets to the coop I felt like more perching space would be a prudent move, and I wasn’t sure the littles could even make it up to the high perch. So I started Saturday by cleaning out the coop…
So. Much. Poop. (It’s really good for the compost pile though.)
Then I moved the existing perch up a few inches and started playing around with the idea of some chicken ramps to get from level to level.
This is honestly the most fun kind of building for me. I mean, I seriously spent an afternoon making a chicken jungle gym.
It’s like all the joy of playing Mousetrap or Legos as a kid, with the added fun of getting to use way bigger tools. (While still smelling glue…)
The end result was a bi-level perch and three different ramps…
That window on the right leads out to the future run, so the ramp to the ground serves a dual purpose.
Last night I took a risk and left all the birds “out” when I went to dinner. I’ve seen a few feathers forcibly removed from little chicken-heads in the last couple of days, but no blood had been drawn yet.
When I got home…
The big Nugs were testing out the new perches. And the little Nugs were…
Well, some of them decided to make their own perch. (Take that, big nuggets.)
The littles are definitely learning the lay of the land…
Got up this high. Got terrified. Forgot how to get down.
“What is this?”
“You go first.”
“No you go.”
“No you go.”
“I’m not going, you go.”
“STOP PUSHING ME.”
Yeah, it’s possible if I’m making up chicken-narratives to go with my pictures that I am, in fact, a crazy chicken lady.
But how can you help it?
The nugs are endlessly entertaining, even when I’m spending most of my waking hours hoping they aren’t being major assholes. The addition of a cabbage head to the barn has helped immensely.
So, overall it’s going well, even if I have nightmares about half-pecked-to-death-chicklets every night. I revised my earlier plan and I’m thinking about keeping the dog crate in the pen for another week or two until things settle down a bit more… because you know there’s never a dull moment on the farm.