"When the chicken comes home to roost."

With a brain the size of a pea, or to be generous, a Lima bean, you wouldn't necessarily expect chickens to be all that bright; and they're not, really, but they do manage to prove the old adage right by showing up at the coop in the evening ready to roost for the night.

Free Range Biddies

Jenn lets the chickens out to roam around and forage during the day where they typically wander all over the yard eating weeds, bugs and grasses. Although we usually herd them into the coop in the evening, if we are home late, the chickens will have done it themselves. I have wondered, too, what this must look like, this self-imposed curfew: does each chicken decide when it is time to head home, like a good party guest, or; do they participate in a mini-migration, en masse, to the coop? And if it is a migration, who instigates it? What if the instigator is lazy and is just looking for an excuse to sleep? Would all the chickens follow if it were mid-afternoon?

One day, Jenn let the chickens out and thought she saw her favourite chicken, called "Fuzzy-Head", take off toward our lower field. Since the strawberries were out, Jenn thought that the chicken was off eating them and paid no attention to her day long absence. It was only when the chickens were to be corralled and put in the coop for the night that Jenn noticed she was short a chicken. Her favourite one, too. And so began "The Lament for Fuzzy-Head: a tragedy in two parts." (Part One was Jenn losing her favourite chicken; Part Two was having to tell Hunter, who also claimed Fuzzy-Head as her favourite.)

Fuzzy-Head

Jenn waited for Fuzzy-Head to come to roost that night and we looked for Fuzzy-Head the next day. I expect Jenn was looking for the bird; I was, however, looking for a pile of feathers since we have foxes and weasles, not to mention hawks around. Neither of us found any sign of the chicken. It was probably day three or four that Jenn finally gave up on ever seeing Fuzzy-Head again however, if you ask her, she'll tell you that she didn't expect to see the bird from the night it didn't come home.

It was this past Friday that I found the bird, though, a whole twelve days later. Intact, even. She was sitting on a nest of eleven eggs, under a hawthorn shrub not ten feet from the back of the chicken area fenceline. I guess I should cut the grass more often. She was well disguised and I don't understand how she'd been able to go unseen for so long. It was only because I was out gathering the chickens to put them away for the night that I found her; and even then, it was only because there were a few chickens in her vicinity clucking away. She was thirsty and she went straight for the feed trough after (do chickens bloat, I wonder?) but other than that, she was fine. She had gone 'broody' on us and I guess she was looking for a quiet place to hatch her eggs, even though they were unfertilized, and I expect she'd have been there a long time if I hadn't found her.

The next day, Jenn let the chickens out as usual and Fuzzy-Head made for the same nesting spot where I had found her the day before. Jenn put one of Fuzzy-Head's eggs in a nesting box in the chicken coop and that seemed to keep her around for the day. Now she is roaming with the rest of them again, so I guess it's all back to normal around here.

Here are the variety of colours of eggs we get from the chickens. I would have a white one, too, but Fuzzy-Head was not around to donate for the photo.