Showing posts with label chicken wire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chicken wire. Show all posts

Friday, January 11, 2008

Fox vs Taj Mahal

Photos show Mr. Fox stalking on the outside of our Taj Mahal, and then Mr. Fox on outside left of the Taj as Arriauna and Hecky stand in snow atop the run. [The big black blobs behind the run are a compost bin and sacks of leaves for insulation.]
Mr. Fox has met his match. First he stood on the path between the house and the Taj Mahal hen pen. I was looking down at the action from the kitchen window which is why the photos are taken through 2 window panes and a screen. The hens were in their covered run, backlit with a light bulb, so he could see them easily. I don’t know if he made a noise, like ‘Heh, heh, come here, girls, I’ll give you a cookie”, but those sweethearts came marching out to greet him. Then he began to run around the outer edge of the pen, no doubt chuckling and saying “It won’t be long, my pretties”. They recognized him as the bad guy he is and they began to run. They all made a lap around the pen; hens on the inside, fox on the outside. Arriauna and Hecky flew up onto the run. That really excited Mr. Fox. He ran around to the west outside. He stared at Arriauna for a moment then leaped straight at her. He bounced off the double wire wall. I hope he had a wire imprint on his nose. At this point I intervened before he got too frenzied that he might figure out how to climb over the top.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Moving to the birdcage

Moving to the birdcage

This show does not star Nathan Lane and Robin Williams.

Our stars are Ms. Barred Rock and the Misses Astralorps.

The wire on the bottom of the birdcage (above the removable poop tray is not a grid.) All the wires go in the same direction and are about ½ inch apart. Not real easy maneuvering for my girlies feet. I borrowed some chicken wire from Camille & Tom, cut it to size and pressed it down in the new chick cage. It took a bit of clever twists of the wrists to clip and bend the pokey ends of wire.

To assure the girlies would not feel too exposed without their cardboard walls, I draped 3 sides with towels. The heat lamp still beams thru the top OK. They seem happy and at home. They went nuts pecking at the chick mash that fell thru the wire onto the newspaper in the poop tray. Such little things bring them joy. ‘They’ are the little things that bring me joy.