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Over three inches of rain today in Sacramento. Here’s the result:
Frida’s escape from the chicken run does not go unnoticed:
I’ve seen Frida in the act of escape. She takes a running leap, flaps her wings to steady her course and barely makes it over the fence. She reminds me of Orville in The Rescuers:
The Rescuers – Orville’s Swamp Scene – Click to Watch Video Clip
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Why did Snoopy always spend his time on top of the dog house?
Whatever the reason, the chickens agree. On top of the dog house is best:
Chickens prefer to roost in high places, the better to keep out of the way of predators. It’s become impossible to get Wanda, Frida and Flo inside the coop at night. They fight me as I try to set them inside, and then are pissed at me in the morning if I don’t go out at the crack of dawn to let them out. For the last three months, I’ve just let them roost where they want. Between living in suburbia and our dog guardian we haven’t had any issues with predators.
Plus, there’s something charming about seeing them roost on top of the yellow dog house every evening. They jump up and then push each other around a bit while getting into position for the night. Then they just chill until dawn. Once the sun rises, they jump down from the dog house and begin their morning forage for bugs, grass, and any fruit that’s dropped from the surrounding pear and plum trees.
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Another reason not to let the backyard and house intimidate us:
Even though the chickens and The Dog are best buddies, we decided to separate them in the new backyard. Sometimes, animals can become too close to each other and it turns into an unhealthy relationship.
In our situation, we felt it was time to separate the The Dog from the chickens when he decided chicken poop was a delicious snack.
I was hoping for a full-fledged Garden of Eden, instead of the lion laying down with the lamb it would be a dog and chickens, but neither The S.O. and I can handle chicken-poop breath from the dog.
I’m a bit sad about their separation. I think The Dog is too:
We decided to separate the chickens from The Dog. We haven’t had a single problem with The Dog and the chickens (well, except for that one time, and that other time). We were just tired of The Dog eating the chicken poop.
Already though, Frida figured out a way to escape the enclosure. Here she is trying to blend in:
(She’s not supposed to be outside the fence)
The Dog was happy to play with his old friend. We’ve been so busy unpacking and setting up house, we haven’t taken him out to explore the new neighborhood yet, so he’d been feeling a little miffed:
More stories later. I’m off to walk The Dog before he eats one of the chickens out of boredom.
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Flo again–looking ready to nip me if I get in the way of her salad greens. Click to enlarge.
