Thanks Nebbian!
nebbian wrote:
I know what you mean about them not roosting where you want, mine are determined not to roost in the henhouse. I came home on Sunday night to find one on the neighbors fence, one on the woodpile and one underneath some concrete pavers!
And the solution to getting them to roost in the hen house is....?
Mine have been so use to living in makeshift accommodation that they probably think it is for show.
I was surprised they started laying in there so soon, well before it was finished and were happy to abandon their old nesting boxes.
If men are from Mars then chooks are from Pluto!
Our latest lot of chooks are Australorps X Leghorn crosses about 10 weeks from laying. The day we got them I put them to bed to make sure they knew where to go and were OK. Next day all is good. The next day we had to go to a wedding so I hoped that they would remember where bed was and sort themselves out.
After a boozy night

we staggered home and went to bed. At 5am I'm awake as I can hear the chooks making a noise so off I go to investigate

. There are none of the new chooks to be seen in their pen. OMG

. I then spend my Sunday morning looking all over the property

and up and down the steet for the wayward girls.

Not the best thing to do with a hangover and 3 hours sleep.

Only found 5 of them. The other 5 were nowhere to be seen.
I had no idea what had happened.

Was it a fox or dogs? There were a few feathers but not enough for an attack! Late that afternoon as I'm turning the steaks on the BBQ all hell breaks loose down by the new chooks. Forgetting the steaks I run off to see what was happening. The new girls were in a flat panic trying to fly over the 2m fence, flying through the fence, trying to go under the fence. It was chaos. So what was scaring them? I had no idea, there was nothing to be seen. Gathering up the girls, I was putting them in their hutch thinking that they should settle in there when all hell breaks loose again. I had one chook scrabble up the inside of my shirt, scratched my face - I'm sure you can imagine the scene. Bloody hell what is scaring them so much. The older chooks in the other pen were all watching and completely undisturbed other than to enjoy the entertainment.
Standing up I see a young bandicoot running between my legs like a fart in a bottle and off the chooks go again. I chase the bandicoot away and try to settle the chooks. The bandicoot heads off up to the house, hopefully never to be seen again. As I'm settling the girls again the F#%&g bandicoot comes flying down from the house and runs straight between my legs and into the girls hutch sending chooks everywhere. By now the steaks have burnt and I have my family watching and pissing themselves laughing.
God I hate bandicoots
epilogue
All is now good and the girls and the bandicoots now happily cohabitate together and the bandicoots now spend their waking hours digging up my veggie garden and garden and paths and ... and ...and...
God I hate bandicoots!!
