Whomever said chickens are intelligent, needs to study them more. The coop was moved maybe 50 feet from its previous location, and within 25 feet of the favourite tree. The chickens, sure enough, had to be carried to it at night. That was yesterday, an evening spent catching 30 or so chickens and carrying them physically to the coop. The door was closed unit this morning, so they had to stay there, maybe even look outside to notice what is nearby, like the barn, the biggest structure on the property, just a few feet outside their door, looming over their little house. Nope.
Tonight, they were lost again and had to be carried to the coop. This will go on for a few night longer, because they do not associate the new location with their home. It should magically reappear within a very short distance from where they always found it, give or take ten feet at a time. And one would think that if they were locked inside it, it would rekindle feelings of home, but no way. The new coop is up on bales now, and looks foreign to them, even though that is the only difference, and the location.
Tomorrow, chicken carr
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