It’s like camping for chickens. Skunky and some of the other chickens hatched this spring like roosting in this sequoia for the night. The sequoia is close to the chicken yard, but these young chickens would rather spend the night enjoying the cool night air in the tree than hanging out with the older, fuddy-duddies.
Looking at the sequoia, you’d be hard pressed to realize there are fourteen chickens roosting in it. I do worry about owls swooping in at night. But the chickens want to go camping and until the fall rains come, I’ll let them enjoy the sequoia.
