There always has to be that one chicken that can't behave. Meet "Rita the Rebel."
Or as Hubby calls her, "Biker Chick."
She is faster than speeding light, quicker than lightning, and disliked by many. And she can escape the chicken run without anyone noticing.
We've spent many evenings doing the chicken chase.
She refuses to be in the coop at night. Absolutely, downright, refuses to go in after a day out.
A biker calls a car a "cage" and prefers the freedom of a motorcycle. They don't want to be "caged" in. Hence, Hubby's nickname for who I call Rita. She is arrogant and a pain in the rump.
As Hubby was re-watering them the other night (their water froze), Rita ran right out in a split second. Getting her in the coop the night before that was another story. I tricked her by dropping treats all the way to the barn, and yet that little stinker ran right out between my legs.
Later, that same night, I somehow (out of breath from the chase), got ahold of her tail.
Hubby left her out after she escaped again. I told that chick if she wanted to be fox food, to go right ahead.
I found her early morning in the old big barn, just happy as a peach. Hm. Should I just leave her be? Nope. The chase will be back on later. I can't have her bringing in raccoons, owls, fox, and other varmints. Even though she makes me so mad....
Or as Hubby calls her, "Biker Chick."
She is faster than speeding light, quicker than lightning, and disliked by many. And she can escape the chicken run without anyone noticing.
We've spent many evenings doing the chicken chase.
She refuses to be in the coop at night. Absolutely, downright, refuses to go in after a day out.
A biker calls a car a "cage" and prefers the freedom of a motorcycle. They don't want to be "caged" in. Hence, Hubby's nickname for who I call Rita. She is arrogant and a pain in the rump.
As Hubby was re-watering them the other night (their water froze), Rita ran right out in a split second. Getting her in the coop the night before that was another story. I tricked her by dropping treats all the way to the barn, and yet that little stinker ran right out between my legs.
Later, that same night, I somehow (out of breath from the chase), got ahold of her tail.
Hubby left her out after she escaped again. I told that chick if she wanted to be fox food, to go right ahead.
I found her early morning in the old big barn, just happy as a peach. Hm. Should I just leave her be? Nope. The chase will be back on later. I can't have her bringing in raccoons, owls, fox, and other varmints. Even though she makes me so mad....
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The only way I know of to deal with an animal like that, chicken or otherwise, is put ALL food and water where you want them to be, and NOTHING anywhere else.
And with a chicken, make sure her wings aren't clipped so she can fly to safety if she needs to.
Other than that, I don't believe there's a way to win with her.
Prayers everyone is safe in the storm hitting the northeast. We had it Sunday, and it went on up the coast.
God bless.
RB
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