At least some of my chores will be lighter after Saturday.
Because of the fate of my friend, M's, Red Rangers, I did not put mine out 'on pasture'. Too many varmints out there with blood in their eye. So they have been living (cozily) in the smaller coop with a nice, safe fenced-in area. This worked out well in the beginning but, as these meat-specific birds go, they are now lumbering around like small, feathered Godzilla characters. I have been trying to train them to go into the coop at night by turning on the interior light to make it look all homey and welcoming. I must be out of my mind. Some do stagger up the ramp and go in. Some go partially in, then think it's just a swell place to turn around and plop down in the doorway to see the sights. Which completely blocks access for the rest of the ignoramuses. So, every night for the past 6 weeks, I have been chasing the Stubborn 5 (as I call them) who refuse to go in, and