Some hens (like this one and at least 29 others) think they own the place.
I’m writing this blog post while sitting outside my castle (trailer), and I’m surrounded by chickens dust bathing, foraging for insects and making those chicken-y noises that they do. I kind of like having some chickens free-ranging in my yard alongside the cow barn, but what we have here is a group of rogues–rebel hens, you might say.
Like the rest of the 300-bird laying flock, these hens are supposed to create their homebase around the renovated school bus. That’s where they’re fed, that’s where their guardian dogs hang out to protect them, and that’s where they have cushy nest boxes and ample roosting space. These ladies refuse to be told what to do, however. (Maybe that’s why I like having them here, as kindred spirits.)
