Oh, they were dubious. They’re dubious about every innovation, especially if I’m involved. Which is ironic, given that I’m the only benevolent influence in their lives and also that I plan to betray their (nonexistent) trust at some point and stew the very marrow from their bones. If I were to extend my sense of morality toward livestock, I’d have quite a conundrum on my hands. But I don’t.
Anyway, they figured out the nesting box right away. So I figured they’d have no problem deciding they’re also supposed to sleep in there. I lured them inside with lettuce, and they were slow about going along with the joke at first but didn’t really argue. I closed the big door but left the little one open just to see what they’d do. They’ve got a lovely juniper branch inside for access to the little door, but I ran out of steam yesterday before completing the ramp to the outside. That didn’t stop them; when I went out to release them at six this morning, they were already out in their yard.
And they seem as happy as they ever do…
Avaunt, begone, big scary thing that brings food! Leave the food.
ETA: Neighbor J was also dubious on one point. Looking at all the greyish lumps in the straw he was asked to trudge through: “Is that chicken poop?”
“Yes it is. You’re basically walking in a compost heap.”
“Ah. And that’s a good thing because…”
Always good to keep the ladies happy… Wait, that could be misconstrued…ah, nevermind.