We spent a good hour that evening gathering chickens and reintroducing them to their new home. John had the honor of crawling under the coop to retrieve about 60 hens who had decided to roost on the axels and undercarriage of the coop. This was tricky, not only because of the copious amounts of chicken poop covering every surface, but also because it was full dark, and we couldn’t use flashlights. Too much light would rouse the hens and make them hard to catch. So, John crawled under and around the coop, groped in the dark for each pullet, then passed them to me to crate and release back into the coop. This took a good 30 minutes, and we weren’t done yet. Half of the old guard hens had decided they would rather risk sleeping in the hay barn than return to their new digs and we still had to find and relocate them. John was not pleased – he made many “bird-brain” references and even let loose a few less savory comments as well. It was an unpleasant night, and not the last one.