It’s a high altitude desert: Day/night temperature swings, like everything else, can be extreme. So here it is June, and I’m only now starting to go to bed with the windows open.
Since Principal Seymour Skinner came to live with us, there’s one rule I figured out long ago…
That window right there, which I only installed a year ago because everybody needs a picture window in their bathroom, absolutely positively must be closed every night before retiring. If you don’t know why, you will learn why at 4:30 the next morning when Seymour wakes up and announces to the world – over and over and over again – that he’s awake and open for business*.
Turns out it’s best to close the side windows as well. Lesson learned.
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*Yes, I knew about loud cock birds. Seymour, however, actually serves a useful purpose and I’m trying to be tolerant.
I don’t recall whether you have a hen house or not. If so, could you just lock the birds in at night?
I can, sure, but it’s a pain in the ass. I can normally more-or-less sleep through Seymour’s earliest serenade. If it becomes a problem, I’ll start closing their upper door at night like you say.
When I had White Leghorns, we kept a rooster. I would catch him every night, and stuff him in a cage in the shed, and let him out in the morning before work…kept the crowing to minimum except during “reasonable” hours. Birds in general are a cakewalk to catch after dark, especially when they roost in a box with a hinged lid.