A routine has been established. Each morning, after they have been fed and freed, the birds make the long journey from their coop (back, eastern most corner of the property) to the side door of the house(front, western most corner of the property), to mutter at me through the screen door. They can make those mad faces all they want, though. It’s not happening. NO HOUSE CHICKENS.
This morning, however, there was a new addition to the routine. We keep an automatic dog waterer right next to this door, and several more placed at intervals throughout the property. Until this morning, the one next to the door was the dogs’ preferred waterer because it was the only one that was theirs and theirs alone (aside from the one we keep inside the house, which is safe, for now, because–NO HOUSE CHICKENS).
Let’s all take a look at Chance’s demeanor when he realizes the chickens have found his watering hole:
But, in the spirit of sharing, he begrudgingly waits in line:
And, as Gertie finishes up, we actually get a waggy tail out of him:
A few more chicken antics:
Abbie arrives late and misses the water-cooler chatter.
And the birds realize that the chicken wire on the front gate is similar to the screen door….must….get…to….what’s on…the other side….in this case, Ladies, a rather busy street, urban wildlife (sweater-wearing terriers and soccer moms), and zero automatic waterers. Let’s mind the perimeter, hmmm?