I don't know why...
I expected an eight foot fence to work. We had an eight foot fence topped with barbed wire surrounding the garden canter in SC. The chickens used to roost in the barbed wire at night. Of course, I didn't think of that until they scared me out of my skin with their excited squeals as they grasped their power going over the new fence. Ugh. Now how will I keep the seedlings safe?
|Oh, were you going to eat that?|
Moot point since people seem to think it's acceptable to steal my vegetables anyway. I'd rather the chickens eat them.
So I applied the Lucky Principles which are basically: Pay attention and take opportunities when then show up.
|Let me take that for you.|
The other chickens spend time in the smaller coops when the field is full of tender, delicious seedlings. I'm not sure if this is me seizing an opportunity or them, but it's working.
This month they started their yearly moult. Ha ha. Now none of them can fly!