Moment of truth! The grand opening.I dropped the ramp and the birds on the threshold stared, taken aback. Oh, there’s the Colonel pushing his way through. Coming through, coming through. I’ll show you how it’s done.
And he did.
Then the birds started pouring right out.
The rapidity may have had something to do with the angle of descent. I wasn’t sure about the steepness of the ramp, if they could handle it, but it turns out, they handle it. They accelerate! – they’re running by the bottom third, but they can hop and fly the runout, so they all did just fine.What’s happening inside? Ah, there are a few that can’t figure out the corners. Where’d everyone go? Predictable.
So, everyone out with no drama, and…..! Ahhhhh, a big sigh of relief, as the sound of silence and peace settles over birdland. No one outcompeted or offended by the big birds. No rooster sneak attacks. It’s even better than I expected! If I could have done this any sooner, I would have. Everyone has all they can eat and plenty of time to do it, and they have three egg laying stalls all their own.
I felt like I was taking their freedom away, reluctant to put them back in a cage, even though I’ve long observed that A: Silkies only use a very small area, quite unlike the big hens B: They’re much safer confined, and C: Confinement for no more hunger or harassment is a good trade for them. They like to just hang out in a peaceful little pile.Later I added a sun shade.
But will they find their way back in at night? It’s not looking good.They all did! All of them, even the rooster I missed in the the night move and had to pop over the fence in the morning. Wow, what good chickens. The Colonel is such an amazing rooster. He waits until all the hens are in before he retires. Helping them if they need some demonstration. The other roosters are on their own though, even if they are youngsters.An egg! They love it. They love it:)