Two days before JD and I Ieft for our Colorado Tour De Marriage, we (he) finished the girls' new digs.
Before he moved the girls into their new home, he took a photo of me inside the coop for the last time:
and then started carrying the girls over one by one.
He put her inside the henhouse and she stood rooted to the spot not moving at all. I mean NOT. AT. ALL. If I hadn't seen her breathing, I'd have been worried. She stood in the same spot, the same position:
for about three or four minutes until JD brought the next girl in. Then they stood frozen.
They got a little better each time a new one was brought in but even so it took them a while to adjust to their new surroundings. They seemed confused by the windows. They could see out but could also tell something was in between them and the rest of the world. They poked around the inside of the house for a while but would only cautiously peek out the door:
And speaking of doors, JD, thoughtful and creative man that he is, designed and built a special door just for me.
It fits into a slot and the cable stretches up and out the top so that I can open and close the door without having to go inside the coop. Pretty sweet except he keeps threatening to paint a guillotine on it!
Eventually JD caught them all again and put them outside in the yard. They seemed to be nervous of their surroundings but liked him well enough:
The first several days, they couldn't quite figure out the process of getting inside and outside via the ramp. Now, however, when JD comes home in the morning and opens the door, they come running out. And when I get home at night, they are all in a little puppy-, er, hen-pile inside the house and I shut them in safe.
We've done all we can do. Now we wait for the egg money to come rolling in! And we figured out that all we need is a mere 100 dozen to break even on our costs....
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