Overcrowding. It's a problem not exclusive to prisons. Put a flock of teenage chickens in the same situation and you get about the same result. Yesterday we had hourly riots. Fights were breaking out, feeders being overturned, it was mass chaos. We had to do something. Of course, releasing them on their own recognisance wasn't an option. So we banged together a new cell block for them last night after dinner.
Made from an old flat panel door and some leftovers from the coop siding, it's simply screwed together so it can be dismantled and stored in the barn when the punks move on from juvenile hall to the big house. The clamps on the lid keep the guard dogs from frolicking with the inmates.
The new digs come with all the latest amenities. Food, water, a place to scratch and even a new little training roost. Everything a delinquent chicken could ever need.
There's even enough room for them to run laps. You can see Hawkey below, the one at the bottom, doing just that at full speed. Okay, so you can't see it in the photo, but I did. It was almost like he was saying, "Yeah, I'm bad, look how fast I can run." Then he would run over to Zorro at the water fountain and get all up in his face, dancing like a boxer. Pecking order will soon be established, no doubt. Gangs will be formed. Turf wars will ensue.
So now that the current riot situation is under control, I have to spend the rest of this day working on the maximum security facility. I'm starting to think I may need to figure out how to install bars on the windows and separate living quarters.