Last week I moved our new young Barnevelder cockerel (now known as Vladimir) in with the three older ladies, using the common trick of placing him in the shed at night so he's just there when the hens get up in the morning. After a bit of confusion about where he should sleep for the first couple of nights, when I went to shut the shed door last night, he had wedged himself between two of the ladies on the top perch. They didn't seem bothered, so all is peaceful in the hen house. Hopefully he turns out to be a good rooster and not as aggressive as Russell and Sebastian were.
The rosé revolution rolls on
19 hours ago