I was interested to see Mabel, Maude and Goldie following Wilma up the bank and taking her lead in scratching around where the cabbage tree leaves had piled up. Wilma’s status in the flock remains uncertain, at least to me and perhaps to herself. She still stands back at feeding time, often waiting till I put some pellets into her own little dish I have hooked onto the side of the coop. If she does decide to step forward, though, both Maude and Goldie will move out of her way, and even Mabel will let her take what she wants. Mabel is usually too busy checking out whatever Maude and Goldie are being offered to pay too much attention to Wilma, and will eat anything out of my hand, even if the same food or better is offered elsewhere, not out of any affection for me but because I so often try to smuggle some of the treats, or just some of the pellets, away for anyone who isn’t Mabel to get a share. The hens have had a change in their routine under level 3 of the lockdown rules, which has only increased the lockdown for the hens. With Simon away in the mornings I have taken to letting the hens out of the coop only later in the day so that I can manage zoom meetings without worrying every time I hear a squawk that a dog might have entered the garden, or can go out for a walk without having to round up the hens into the coop before setting out. They seem so contented with the new routine I wonder whether the extended hours out of the coop might have been causing them as much anxiety as pleasure. I came down to let them out this afternoon and Goldie was perched, as usual now, on her little door to the inner henhouse, and Wilma was having a serious dust bathe, and although Maude and Mabel ventured out to graze the other two carried on with what they were doing, bathing and perching, probably wishing I’d close the door again to keep the cats away.
Although there's a postscript to this, because in the afternoon when I came to call the hens back into the coop, with a lovely salad of pearl barley, feta cheese, cucumber and mint, only Maude and Mabel came running, Wilma and Goldie both preferring not to. This meant when Maude and Mabel had eaten their fill, they wandered out again to see what the other two were up to, so I had all four out of the coop and not at all interested in going back in. It seems they do like to be free-range chickens after all.