So what possessed us to try it again? Poop on the front porch. Poop on the back porch. When you have wandering chickens, they wander (and poop) wherever they please. And since we feel ghetto enough as we live through a renovation, a little less poop to squish through our Crocs as we walk out the door would be heavenly.
The results? We put the Barred Rocks and guineas in the hoop house with the Rhode Island Reds, and the Barred Rocks were awful, as usual. Pecking any Rhode Island Red who came near the feeder. Forcing them out of their nest boxes. But the real villains were the guineas, whose Reign of Terror kept the Rhode Island Red populace heading for higher ground (the roost bars) most of the day. A picture is worth a thousand words, so I'll shut up for a minute...
|The guineas plot their next move while one of their Barred Rock mommies keeps watch for any errant Rhode Island Reds.|
|Several (probably hungry) Rhode Island Reds brave flying down from the roost bar and huddle in a corner of the hoop house, waiting for an opportune time to snag some food.|
|A guinea takes notice and issues a loud series of commands...|
|The Rhode Island Reds briefly consider a revolt...|
A Rural Journal and my friend, Lisa, at Three Bears Farm are beginning Rural Thursdays, and I'm linking up! Click here to check out the blog hop at Three Bears Farm, and here to check out A Rural Journal!
Also linking up to Farmgirl Friday at Deborah Jean's Dandelion House!