Seven

After the baseball game last night we tiptoed out to the chicken yard and made some changes.  We put food and water up on the loft.  We added some overturned flowerpots for jumping on and hiding in.  Then we made the big change.  We carried Brian and David into the coop and put them up on the roost.  There were a few squawks and then all was quiet.  Seven chickens quiet.

This morning the birds are squawking.  Seven chickens squawking.  A new pecking order must be established and it takes some negotiating.  The old girls are fighting for higher spots.  The new girls have to introduce themselves to the old girls.  It is a power struggle.

Anyway, here's what it looks like with seven hens in the coop.

Papa Hen is doing some work in the coop while supervising the negotiations.