Silly Norman… come nightfall he used to roost on the door frame before my husband finished building it. Now he roosts on the overhang above the little door the hubs cut into the side so-his-lazy-wife-could-sleep-’til-a-decent-hour-instead-of-getting-up-at-the-crack-of-dawn-to-let-the-birds-out…
Any way, it was 38 degrees outside and falling, and it was a little dewy, so I got curious… did my Silkie roo finally go inside the coop?
He should definitely be in the coop…
Bo needed to go potty so I let the dogs out and figured this was as good a time as any.
It’s 11:30 PM and I’m walking across the field, in the dark, with our crappiest flashlight to check on him. Hey dogs – let me know if there’s something out there that’s going to eat me okay?
No barking… I’m good.
And because he’s snow white, I see him even before I get there, perched at the edge of the overhang, outside the coop.
And it’s a metal overhang so it’s the coldest surface in the entire coop except for the water.
Maybe he’s protecting his flock. I thought Barry White was head rooster now but maybe that’s not the case. However,… even though Norman is every much a badass as the rest of the roosters, my Silkie roo seems more delicate when it comes to the elements.
As I reach for him I say, “It’s just me Norman, it’s okay, it’s just me,” because for some reason grabbing a sleeping chicken without any warning REALLY upsets them. He still kind of put up a fight, but not much of one. And his feathers were damp so I’m glad I checked on him.
I put him in the nesting box next to Ninja, my Silkie hen, where I’ve put him once before. I thought he might return to it on his own because a) it’s inside the coop and b) it’s hung at a height he can reach (Silkies can’t fly very well).
But apparently not.
I’ll keep working on him though.