Last night, for the first time since Mabel died, Goldie slept on the roost with Marguerite. She had been sleeping in Mabel’s nesting box every night. Were her feet bothering her? Was she cold? Was she just out of sorts since Mabel’s been gone? We don’t know. But thankfully, things are feeling normal again.
Now, if only we can get her to rest those ever-so-impressive vocal chords that have exploded of late. She gets all wound up if she’s locked in the run now. Why? I never let the flock out until noon anyway. Now she thinks she should get turnout first thing in the morning. I’m sure it’s the baby chicks crowding her space. She has to get over it. SOON. PLEASE.