So, we put the chicken fence back up yesterday because we didn’t have a plan B figured out yet. We had to beat the brackets back into shape. I was not pleased with this solution, but it would have to do for now.
Naturally, when I went up to let the chickens out this morning, the damn cows had done it again. This time I had proof- they were still standing in the yard, on top of one of the panels- but at least the chickens weren’t out there when it happened. As I was in a rush to get to Field Day, I had to just leave the chickens in the coop and dash, but not before I called my Dad to whine a little.
Looks like the cows are dead set on getting at the chicken feed and the 1/2 bale of hay that they have as a sofa. Even though they have acres and acres and ACRES of beautiful, fresh green grass, they want chicken feed and hay. It’s ridiculous and terribly frustrating. Plan B better come along, pronto!
We moved the chicken wagon over into one of the hay fields. It’s not a perfect solution, but it’s working for now. The chickens are in paradise- some tall grass to hide in, TONS of clover to eat, and no more cows running through their yard. I’m concerned that chicken paradise might turn into chicken heaven because they are now directly between the forest and a thicket, prime fox territory. So far, so good. But I’m still nervous.