I took Apples on a field day. I needed to spend some time broadforking the greenhouse, and thought she could do with some enrichment. Even the world’s meekest chicken needs a little time out of the box.
I carried her out and set her down in the middle of the greenhouse, and turned around to shut the big doors because it was windy. I look back – no chicken! I go to the other end to shut those doors, all the while looking for her. I can’t see her anywhere. I get back inside and start looking behind the things still piled around. Nothing. I start panicking a bit – I turned around for two seconds!
Then I found her. It seems she’s a little bit agoraphobic.
I sat with her on my lap for a bit, savouring being able to really hug a chicken (they mostly do not prefer it), then cuddled her next to me on the hay bale, then got up and went to work, and she started to poke around.
She didn’t go far. She found a little corner behind the hay bale to scritch around, looking out at me, or through the plastic at the action outside.
She rapidly garnered herself a suitor.Hey baby. I ain’t never seen feathered feet like that!
He bobbed and strutted back and forth, thoroughly frustrated. She settled down to wait for her ride back to her box, where she ate like she’d just done a workout. I hope she’s a little more exploratory tomorrow.