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Chicken run

Fencing remodelled by Vanille and Bambo

Waiting for the big outside

Supervisor, on  a line due to easy access to chicks, she is a hunter after all

Taking up the fence

Caught on a nap

Oi you've missed a bit
The donkeys are in the bad books (again ) after insisting the grass is greener on the other side. While munching on the grass in the chicks (who are now old enough to go outside) run they have managed to push and push the wire fence down making it completely useless for keeping chickens in, perhaps that was their plan to make an easy breakout for the chicks to run free - it hasn't worked.

Yesterday the bad girls were moved to the hanger and small field attached where there are no trees for them to eat, animals to let loose or fences to push down, as they have an electric fence all round. At least Tempete should be happy, since the cows left the hanger his had only the chickens and ducks to try and make friends with, lets hope the donkeys are more cat friendly than they are dog.

Today under our supervisors watchful eye the old fence was taken down, fence posts re secured, trench re dug with new wire put in place as well as their run having to be strimmed as the grass the donkeys couldn't reach was just a tad too long for chicks to move around in. Tomorrow new bailing twine will be strung along to stop the buzzards having an easy take away then the chicks will be let out,
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