Her Royal Highness Elizabeth has decided that being in the run with the common chickens is much beneath her station.
I don't know how she got out of the coop this morning, but she was out when I went out to feed and water everyone. Both doors to the coop, the entry and the door to the run, were closed. I know she was in the coop on a roost last night at bedtime because I had patted her back, just like I do every night. Each chook gets a pat on the back. The Fab Five haven't decided if they like this little ritual or not, but they are gradually adjusting to our routine here.
Except Her Royal Highness Elizabeth.
Elizabeth doesn't seem to like anything we do for her. She always gives this somewhat condenscending look that clearly says, "Do you really think that is good enough?" She then will stalk off clucking and making gereral annoyed noises.
So this morning she was out, doing her thing in the yard and absolutely refusing to go back in the run area. Miss Louisa, Polk, Quincy, and Monroe all took turns prancing the fence that separated Elizabeth from them. They finally gave up and went on their merry way, getting their fair share of the treats, scratch, and layer I had put out for everyone.
Elizabeth on the other hand had to have her OWN serving of treats, layer, scratch, etc. She spent the entire day prancing between the duck pen and the chicken coop. DH went out to stack wood and he saw her prancing in front of the goat pen. When I went out to close the run for the night DH was in a near panic.
Elizabeth had disappeared.
Dh combed the goat barn and pasture field and wood pile. Meanwhile, I am clueless and assume she went in like she does every night. I am closing up both coops. DH comes around the corner and asks, "That hen that was running around, did she go in?"
Puzzled I reply, "You mean Her Royal Highness Elizabeth?" and yes I call her that when talking to anyone LOL she just has that air about her!
He replies, "I guess if that's what you call her."
So I looked in the coop on the roosts, as I didn't remember having given Elizabeth her evening pat. DH comes in with me and we are literally counting heads and naming off chickens. No Elizabeth.
So I'm thinking maybe she went into the other coop, with the big chickens. So we go in there, armed with a flashlight as it is now starting to get dark. We count heads again, name of chickens.....No Elizabeth.
We go back to the goat pen and DH looks in the goat shed again. No Elizabeth. DH combs the pasture field. He asks, "Do you think she got in with the ducks?" I replied, "Maybe, but highly unlikely since the gate is closed."
So we go to the duck pen, and I open the gate, DH hands me the flash light and I shine the light into the duck shed. Sure enough, there is Her Royal Highness Elizabeth, tucked herself to bed on the temporary roost in there. I scooped her up and cuddled her to my chest, and gave her a mild scolding. I explained that she needed to be in bed with the rest of the fab five, and that even though she's "Royalty" she doesn't make the rules.
Her only reply was an indignant cluck at having her sleep disturbed. I put her in the coop, she ruffled her feathers and barawcked at me and then hopped onto the roost right next to Monroe.
Monroe finally got a back bone! He leans over and gave Her Royal Highness a good peck, as if to say don't ever do this again! Then they scooted closer together on the roost.
Makes me wonder if they had a spat earlier and Elizabeth was the odd man out.
