Where’s the barrier? The barrier is gone!
The hens and pullets (and Seymour, the wannabe pullet who so far wants no further part of this “interact with the hens” thing) woke to a terrifying new reality: The gate between the coops was down! What are we supposed to do?
For the hens there was no question: Step one, eat the pullets’ food! We can beat them up and take their lunch money later. The pullets are taking it a step at a time: Step outside, then lose your nerve and step right back inside. The two sub-flocks have been together for a couple of weeks now, and I hope the transition will be relatively peaceful. But I’m a control freak, and hate new and scary things even more than chickens do. So I’m watching carefully.
Once they’re associating freely, I’ll take that portable coop right out of the Fortress and they’ll have no choice but to bunk together. But one step at a time.
Oh strange new world…
