Greta stormed the coop yesterday.
The weather here has turned from unseasonably warm and lovely, to bitterly cold and rainy. Ugh. I had put the Little Peepers in the coop for the day to keep them warm. Trouble is, they don’t like to stay in the coop during the day, so I had to block the door with a grate to keep them inside. Liesl had laid her egg earlier that morning, so I didn’t think the big girls would need to get inside.
I was wrong.
Around 2 p.m., I heard, “BuhKAHK, bok, bok, bok, bok, BuhKAHK, bok, bok, bok, bok, BuhKAHK!” Alarmed, I threw on my jacket and ran outside. I found the Little Peepers walking dazedly around the run, Liesl calmly pecking at her ration, and Greta in the coop, settling down to lay an egg.
Apparently, she had knocked down the grate, kicked the Peepers out, and taken over the coop. That’s a tough old bird.
Needless to say, Greta and the Little Peeps are still not getting along.