This seemed as good a time as any to move the pullets closer to their permanent home. They’re all feathered out now, and shouldn’t need constant heat…I hope. Still making this up as I go along, but it worked well enough last year.
This year I’m not just dumping them in with the older hens, because that turned out a very bad plan last year. So again I borrowed Landlady’s portable coop and put it in the Fortress of Attitude.
The portable coop is a two-story affair, with a miniature chicken run below the coop just right for four babies.
So I put the pullets into the upper coop, got their food and water situated, then lowered the ramp and let them come down at their own pace. In this pic you can just barely make out the one that had decided to do so.
Meanwhile the adult chickens, who have an emotional range from Sleeping through Eating and straight to Distressed with no gradients in between, were all loudly freaking right the hell out. But so far nobody has offered Violence, which is their other common emotional state.
