The first thing Trevor does every morning (after nursing and breakfast) is go out to the chickens to let them out (even though he isn't supposed to). Frequently he closes himself in once they are free ranging.
The other day I saw him outside letting out the chickens, but went about my work because I was too late to stop him. A little later I looked out the window and saw the chickens out, but no Trevor anywhere. I couldn't even see any movement in the run, which is where he hangs out when he is out there. (Yes, I know it is gross--we have since found a way to lock the run so he can't a) let the chickens out, and b) play in the run.)
But then I thought I saw a flash of orange at the little window in the coop. WAIT!! The COOP?!?! I grabbed my camera and ran outside. Sure enough, he wasn't in the run, he was in the coop. The
run is the covered enclosed area where the chickens spend their days when they aren't lucky enough to be let out by a 2-year-old. The
coop is where they lay eggs, eat and sleep...and poop.
And that is where Trevor was. The
coop. Want to guess how he got there? He climbed up the ramp and through a 10" x 10" opening. Eew,
eew, EEW!! I got my pictures and threw him in the bath. :) (Unfortunately I found him there again later that afternoon when there was no time for a bath--apparently that first try at locking the run didn't work...)
Thankfully there have been no more coop adventures for anyone. :)
