Wednesday, 30 December 2015

Henhouse crisis

Storm Frank has done some damage here on our smallholding. This is chicken-feed in comparison to the dreadful damage and suffering folks are experiencing as a result of floods and storms up and down the country. Our livelihoods are not ruined and our livestock is not suffering. Our thoughts are with those who are struggling with results of this winter's storms.
While I was making breakfast I heard the crash from outside, some of the panes of glass that I put in the greenhouse yesterday have been dislodged and are smashed on the floor. Luckily, it's only one section of the roof and it doesn't look like they damaged anything else on the way to the floor. Mr J and I had a quick check outside to make sure that nothing else had been damaged, thankfully everything else looked okay.

We pottered gently in the house for a few minutes, I am still feeling pretty fragile after yesterday's adrenal issues and as I wandered through the kitchen my spidey senses told me something wasn't quite right.

The chicken coop had just been blown over onto it's roof!

Mr J enjoyed a quick blast of my 'you need to come right now' call and we raced outside. I had a horrible feeling that a chicken could be crushed under the house (think Wicked Witch of the East in Wizard of Oz), I was not looking forward to having to put a hen out of pain. Not so soon after losing Archie the cat. Phew, no sign of little chicken feet sticking out from under the henhouse.

So we started to lift it upright again when Mr J paused and asked if there was still a chicken in the house. I opened the nesting box lid and poor little Diesel was indeed inside.

I can't imagine how horrid it must have been for her. Just settling down to lay an egg and your safe place gets tossed sideways with straw and wood shavings flying around. She must have been very frightened. I let her out of her upside down prison and not surprisingly she had quite a lot to say.

We decided that although the stable isn't ready to be made into a chicken condo yet, we would move the henhouse into the shelter of the stable where the wind won't blow the house around and they can be sheltered from the worst of the rain.

We struggled in the 55+ mph winds to take the house and run apart enough to carry it into the stable and all the time Diesel was squawking at us and looking very put out. The floor in the stable is uneven and putting it back together was a fiddly task. I don't know if I was more flustered by feeling sick from the adrenaline rush that I was having or by the chickens glaring at us in an indignant manner!
The girls didn't take long to realise that we had moved their house to a drier place and quickly came to inspect it's new position.
It seems to have met with their approval as they all had a good look inside the run and henhouse before going back to their business of scratching and pecking at things on the ground.
Diesel promptly disappeared into the house and settled in the nesting box, within a few minutes she was out again, egg deposited exactly where it should be. 
The girls are currently scratching about on the grass once again, seemingly unperturbed by this morning's events.

1 comment:

  1. Pleased to hear you didn't suffer too much damage. We've been following the news recently as we have friends living in Cumbria and, as you say, some have lost everything. Poor Diesel she must have wondered what was happening. :-) Sheila (alias Leabrook)

    ReplyDelete

I would love to receive your comments and feedback, please bear in mind that they may not appear immediately as some comments are moderated.