Anyway, we have for some days now watched the girls as they peck and scratch their way about the garden, and taking lovely little dust baths. They seem happy to meander about and dare I say, even stop from time to time to admire the gate.
It would appear however, that far from gazing upon the gate with admiration, Hen Solo was in fact plotting her way out. I should mention at this point that all three have had their wings clipped so they are unable to fly. I was advised that as a novice chicken keeper, this was the way to go. Clipping is simple, painless and prevents the chickens from becoming lost or roosting somewhere inaccessible.
Imagine my surprise therefore when the other afternoon, after being alerted by louder than normal chicken sounds, I discovered Hen Solo standing on the patio, peering rather curiously through the french doors into the house.
What the...?
How? How did she manage to get over the fence I wondered. My gate was still up and intact, and yet there she was looking quite pleased with herself. After I had got over my surprise, I managed to pick her up and return her to her part of the garden, having a little chat with her about boundaries as I did so.
Then yesterday......
She was standing on top of the nest box! It is only a short hop from there to the top of the dividing fence between their part of the garden and the patio which I am trying, (and failing) to keep chicken free.
Not only is she becoming quite a cheeky madam, she is also leading the others astray...
How too funny!
Heaven knows what they plot together when they return to their coop at night. I am rather looking forward to seeing where they pop up tomorrow.
At least I know it has nothing to do with my little gate.
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