The Great Chicken Disappearing Act

When our young chickens were transitioning to the coop, we expected a learning curve. What we didn’t expect was a nightly game of “Where Did the Chickens Go?”

Each evening, we’d try to herd them into the coop like responsible chicken parents…
Only to realize — they were gone.
Vanished. Poof. Not in the run. Not in the coop. Not under anything.

We called. We shook the blue treat cup. We looked in every corner.
Nothing.

But then—like magic—they’d reappear in the morning, bright-eyed and full of secrets. We were baffled.

Until one night, after circling the coop for the tenth time, we looked up and there they were:

Perched 12 feet in the air. In a tree.
Just casually roosting like woodland creatures who’d outgrown the whole “coop” thing.

Chickens in the tree

Chickens? More like stunt doubles.

Apparently, a few of them had been flying out of the run, flapping their little wings of rebellion, and spending the night among the leaves. No one told us they were training to be birds of prey.

So, we added netting to the top of the run to put an end to their late-night treehouse adventures.
No more sneaky flights. No more disappearances.
Eventually, they learned to roost in the coop like civilized chickens.

Mystery solved.
Case closed.
Tree branch dreams: retired.