Some things just don't work out the way you planned. As it was in this case.
My chicken girls aren't allowed out free-range for more than 2-3 hours per day. For two reasons. The dogs might be able to work their way through the gate blockade Rick devised, and, we believe we have a fox in the area. Yes, that fox could attack at any time, but I feel better when their free time is not too extensive.
That means girls are bored, confined to the coop and their outside run.
Which leads me to their new toy.
Yes, a xylophone.
I had seen a video of chickens having a grand time pecking out tunes.
I thought it could be a rather inexpensive means to relieve the boredom.
Yea right. Don't believe everything you see.
Rick said, you've got to train them to go to it. So everyday I've been placing treats on the darn thing so they'll catch on to the great fun they could be having. Yes, they play a cute little ditty while the treats are there,
and then it sits.
Unless they're having fabulous xylophone parties at night after curfew. And whale away on it while the donkeys listen in next door.
One just never knows.