It’s dangerous to stand in front of my little chicken house door in the morning. The attack of the young pullets begins as soon as I open it.
Those cute balls of fluff went through the ragged feather growing stage. They became miniature chickens.
The chicks were content to sleep grouped into their protective cage. Young pullets want to sleep on a roost.
Little chicks were happy scratching around inside their house. Now the great outdoors beckons.
This is where the dangerous part comes in.
Full grown buff Orpingtons, Barred Rocks and New Hampshires can fly, but not well as they are too heavy. Young pullets don’t have that problem.
I open the door. Flying pullets shoot out the door into their yard.
For a week or so this yard was their bigger world. Then a roll of chicken wire with stakes made their yard bigger. Now they are off chasing each other and any bug unlucky enough to crawl or fly by.
The main objective of both the chickens and my young pullets is not finding bugs. They like grass. They spend lots of time grazing.
This is the main reason all of my chickens are let out to roam around the compound containing the workshop and barn. Their yards are devoid of grass. It has been eaten and killed off by high nitrogen chicken manure.
Perhaps someday I will have a chicken tractor, one of those moveable chicken houses and pens. Each day the tractor is moved to a new spot. The chickens would be safer.
The other alternative is a new chicken house surrounded by four or five yards. The chickens would have access to one yard at a time giving the grass time to recover between onslaughts.
My chicken flock only needs ten to twelve new members. My young pullets number twenty-one. All of them are so nice.
One of the hard things about raising livestock is letting some of them go to new homes. It isn’t possible to keep them all. Half my young pullets will have to move away. I have to choose and all of them are so pretty.