It’s not too hard to confuse a chicken. (After all, this is an animal with a brain the size of a lentil.) Just change something! Anything!
For example, I recently changed their ramp. From a now-mostly-rotten and utterly concave slab of particle board to a nice fresh and tidily straight length of cedar.
They were all, “WHAT IS DIS?” and “I DON’T KNOW!” and “WHAT DO WE DO WIT IT?” and “I DON’T KNOWWWWWW!”
(Is there a set of Photoshop actions that can make this look less like a giant heap of random debris that happens to contain chickens?)
You might have noticed, I also had to re-hinge their pop door so that it opens from the side. Originally it was hinged at the bottom. This allowed it to serve as the top part of their ramp, which was clever.
It also allowed them to constantly cram wood shavings and chicken poop in between the hinge screws and the wood every time they walked in or out. Which was not as clever, and eventually led to the door falling off.
Oddly, replacing the door didn’t seem to bother them. I guess because it’s out of their sight? Or maybe because it’s the same door, just doing a different thing? Your guess is as good as mine.
I made them some oatmeal to help ease the transition and distract them while I whisked the New Board into place. Look how Martha (the yellow one) is still glaring at the New Board suspiciously!