Steppin’ Out
We let the chickens out of the run for the first time Saturday. Boy did they like it. It turns out that all the invasive plants taking over the area are delicious.
They went right for the little pricker bush growing back next to the moat. Then they went after the big one that the bunnies live in.
Boss Chicken is not interested in bunnies.
I sure hope there were ticks in there. Just kidding, there were probably millions of ticks in there.
Graham was very into this, and even agreed to let us use his butterfly net to catch errant chickens, if necessary.
We were standing around wondering how long we should let them stay out, since it’s not a good idea to leave them unattended due to neighborhood dogs and hawks, when Boss Chicken foolishly walked back into the run. We closed the door and I set about grabbing the rest. You have to sit very still and let the chickens come to you. Or I did anyway. Even then, they may freak once you grab them.
I didn’t have enough of a grip on Henny Penny’s wings, and she tried to fly away, while clawing like a flailing thing that is not good at flying. Next time I wear long sleeves. The rest went in ok, and now they look at you longingly to be let out any time you come near the gate.
