Yesterday they were complaining about a leak in their run cover where the weight of the ice has pulled a seam apart; I didn't fasten their door correctly when I went to look for tools, and Elvis and Suzzy both got out. I yellwe" get back where you belong" and Suzzy, who is a bit of a break-out artist and has had this conversation before,went right back in; Elvis was right behind me and I leaned over, grabbed him by the saddle-feathers and then got him by the shoulders; He griped a little but didn't struggle.
I am not young, fast, nor agile, and my SSHes are not particularly flighty!























