The Secret Chicken

stories of a secret chicken

Chickens are chicken.


I have four chickens who won’t sleep in the coop with the rest of the ladies.  They took up residence on an oversized tool shelf near the back door, and nothing I’ve tried has gotten them to shift to a more appropriate location.

Finally, I gave up.  I cleared off the shelves completely and installed a couple of dog house bottoms.  Added roosts, hay and pellets.  Yay!  Everyone’s happy.

Chicken house - side


Except the chickens.  They are, apparently, afraid of the dark.

They keep going to bed either on the little ledge in front of the doors, or wedged into the crack beside it.  I couldn’t figure it out, until last night.  I went out there with the flashlight to put them to bed, and noticed that when I set the flashlight inside the doghouse so I could see, the chickens would walk right in there.  Duh.  They couldn’t see inside at bedtime, so they wouldn’t go in.

So today, I got a couple of Dollar Store automatic night lights and some adhesive hooks.  And a couple short extension cords.  Now at dusk, the lights should go on and the chickens should be able to get in and comfy before I go out and turn them off.  I’ll probably hook a timer up to the lights at some point, to make it a little simpler (and less dependent on my memory).


I also set up the outdoor standing lamp near the entrances, so that getting to the door would be an easier task.

Now, I wait.

posted under General Chickenery
One Comment to

“Chickens are chicken.”

  1. On January 2nd, 2014 at 11:25 am Sumiko California Says:

    Spoiled much? Next thing they’ll be demanding their own chicken chick-lit novels so they can keep up with the Joneses:

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