We moved Merlin, Annaham, and Phoebe out into Bantytown, protected by a grow-out pen so the big chickens don’t peck them to death. I thought they were all big and tough when they were in here, but out there, they’re half the size of the adult banties. Phoebe and Annaham were immediately overcome with delight for bugs and sunbeams (Phoebe even fell over and sunbathed!) but Merlin cried and cried for me to pick him up and pet him. I told him that it’s time for him to learn to be a Big Chicken and live outdoors and think about wooing girl chickens and chasing bugs and crowing and things, but he says he wants to be my House Chicken.
I am trying to stay strong but it was a little heart-bruising to leave him out there with him making pathetic noises at me like that. I wish I had the facilities to keep a small chicken happy in the house, but I really don’t. Unfortunately, I don’t know how to explain that to Merlin.