I have a new tool for dealing with chickens. The Chicken Stick! Demonstrated here by Spiderman (or, as they call him in Holland, SpuyterMann).
It’s the rod from our closet, which I took out because we redid the closet. I now follow them around like a cross between Gandalf and a goatherd. It’s actually very helpful when it’s time to get them back in the coop, as you can really wrangle them all at once, and also reach deep into the pricker bush to prod them out.
Barred Rock on a rock:
Not to be outdone:
They’re venturing a little farther from the coop when we let them out now, but not that much farther. They love going out so much that if they even see one of us out in the yard, they rush to the coop door to be let out. FREEDOM!
Chicken stick in repose: