After a long weekend away, visiting Ingrid, I came back to mountain paradise in Chiriqui. Unfortunately, when I arrived last night, only two out of five chickens were sleeping in their roost, and this morning I saw none.
Our chickens are all hens, since our rooster got sick and I had to cull him. Ever since then, and truth be told before, the hens have been in love with the neighbor's rooster. He comes over most days to check on them, and sometimes they go over to his yard. So, naturally, that was the first place I looked.
Unfortunately, the neighbor had only seen two of our hens. I saw those two, but couldn't catch them between the open spaces and wire fences.
Some of our vegetables had gone bad over the weekend, though, so I took those out to the compost, in the hopes that the chickens would come and eat it. The important thing is to get them to sleep in their roost, and then they'll come back the next day.
At sunset, three (another came back after filming) chickens came back for the compost, but not the other two. Will have to go look for them tomorrow, asking more neighbors.
