|"Yes, this really is where I want to sleep!"|
On Sunday evening, just before dusk, I heard thumping on the porch. As I went to look out the door, there was additional thumping. Above is where I found Louise, looking at me as if to say she were settled for the night, right where she wanted to be. "No chicken tossing."
As I turned to go inside, I saw Pepper jumping up on the banister that descends as the steps do. She landed, yelped, and soon she was sliding. She slid sideways down the banister/rail, wings frantically flapping the whole way. It was over soon but was quite impressive while she was in motion. Funny Pepper.
I lured them to their pen and shut the door. Chicken wrangling at dark is not my favorite thing to do.The iron railing looks rustier than it is!
How are your hens doing? Acting up? Rebelling? Doing funny things?