A Murder Most Fowl

Well, the chickens are one big, somewhat tolerant family.  But not without controversy, intrigue and MURDER. 

Our ploy to slip the new birds in like a thief in the night started off ok.  Mostly, we were able to get them in while the old birds slept.  PERFECT!  Unfortunately, they all woke up.  No sanctuary city here.  Knowing there may be issues, the Web-Mistress and I were up early and able to intervene before there was any bloodshed.

We went back to the drawing board and asked the mighty Google what our options were.  This is where things got a little controversial.  A plan was hatched that only INS would love.  We jailed the law abiding citizens of the run and let the immigrants run free.  Well, we jailed most of the birds.  We weren’t actually able to catch the last bird and so that was the first to actually live side by side with the new birds.  Each day, we released another bird from the re-education camp and the pecking order would adjust. 

On day three, we went out to release the next bird only to discover 3 chickens and a corpse.  Bum, Bum, Bum…  Some wanted to sweep it under the rug as potentially a heat stress death but I saw the blood on the necks of two of those birds.  I say she got shanked in the big house but no one is talking. 

All the birds were released and they have settled into an uneasy pecking order.  The only issue we still have is the big girls stand guard at the entrance of the coop and this has led to the younger ones roosting on the fence.

Andy